Hyperreal

We fall into the back road

You know in this way for

Wearing out it's coarse end I could only dream about

What is it and why do, it's white noise

All seems too clean

Let it push over me

Don't deserve it

Visions of what could be

All seems too clean

Let it push over me

Don't deserve it

Visions of what could be

Rising from the vapour misted, patterns, voices left behind

From the vapour misted, patterns, can we stay a while?

Guess I'm sick of things being the same

Doesn't have to be everyday, never change

Just recycling things I thought were true when I was younger

But I'm moving on, I should've listened

But the splinters left me numb, I had to change my mind

But constantly, it all seems too clean

Let it push over me

Don't deserve it

Visions of what could be

Let it push over me

Don't deserve it

Visions of what could be

Voices left behind

Rising from the vapour mist

Can we stay a while?

Voices left behind