Antikythera – Ghost of romantic echo machine

We’re incompatible now, our voices, our values, even our appearance
Although here there’s all the travel knowledge you’d like

Fleeing from wounds, ‘soul’ is such an ambiguous answer
Because my voice and the meaning of my words were borrowed from the start

Let’s dance, and sound our rings with the shadows
Let’s sing, a History that warped our love

I’ll be manipulated by endearing words, but you insist it’s black or white
You abandon me as I lose courage, to promptly swim in the cycle of rebirth

Ideal scenery that could have been seen in a dream
It’s too transient, a cruel Hysterie

Listen to how much I console you, if I restrain myself you’d hate me
If it’s an excuse I’ll listen later, because I’ll go with anything but tobacco

Ideal scenery that could have been seen in a dream
It’s too transient, a cruel Hysterie

Let’s dance, and sound our bones with the shadows
Let’s sing, a History that warped our love

A History we still don’t see

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