I took you to a prison cell
You were afraid and I can tell
And on a train we met a friend
Who showed us that we should pretend
We could pretend
You could be my best friend
Technology is a dead bird in your hands
Technology is a dead bird in your hands
Simulation
Computation
This is not a representation
This is how I love you
Your glow reflects upon my skin
You are the key that lets me in
We could pretend
You could my best friend
Technology is a dead bird in your hands
Technology is a dead bird in your hands
Simulation
Computation
This is not a representation
This is how I love
We could live in a dream
this isn't anytime or place to be
Where is my liberty?
This isn't anytime to be
Buried under a tree
This isn't any time or place to
Through a screen I saw her face
And knew that she was my escape
Technology is a dead bird in your hands
Technology is a dead bird in your hands
Simulation
Computation
This is not a representation
This is how I love you