Should I tell her what I know about her
That her story's not her own, like she trusts
And her flight is just equations,
Like the owl's that glides away
What if all my memories are planted ?
What if everything I am was grafted ?
The mirror's throbbing with an answer
I can't seem to hear
Static in my soul, Computer Purple
So we're dining in this icy wilderness
Doesn't it feel this night is endless ?
The crew is sleeping soundly and I'm down to my last bottle
You quietly hear the fears I confess,
The ludicrous ways my head is a mess
The glow of your rings is cracking my eyes and
Our crystal glasses
Static in my soul, Computer Purple