(What are you looking at?)
Peer into this dark horizon, through these shadows hiding me.
Keep that blind up. Make your mind up: what you get is what you see.
Piece by piece, a puzzle forms, whose missing pieces won’t be missed.
Strictly, while they’re missing, you can say they don’t exist.
Close the door and then reopen, never knowing what you’ll find.
Till you seek it, purely secret: absolutely undefined.
Over time, you fix your vessel, changing worn out planks and strips.
Change them all from how they started: is that still your ship?
I’m standing here before you as a pure blank slate,
And you’re desperate to make it whole.
All or nothing— what’s the goal?
Once, nobody knew, all thoughts were new, oh what a curious world.
Go back to the start, before the light— before the story unfurled.
Go back to the start, empty and dark— wasn’t it fun back then?
Say, wasn’t it fun? Wasn’t it fun?
Peer into this dark horizon, through these shadows hiding me.
Keep that blind up. Make your mind up: what you get is what you see.
What is left of any being, once its truth is sealed away?
Are you any different from a fiction, anyway?
My alien world, alien face, misshapen alien wings…
You’re alien too, foreign to me, foreign to so many things.
Try leaving the rest, leaving it all, up to imagination.
Oh, didn’t you know? Reality lies in the observation.
Once, nobody knew, all thoughts were new, oh what a curious world.
Go back to the start, before the light— before the story unfurled.
Go back to the start, empty and dark— wasn’t it fun back then?
Say, wasn’t it fun? Wasn’t it fun?
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