Detach anchors from the frame The grid has come alive again It put me as charge through the wire Held me in arms for a while
Give me life through the vein The grid was born to life again It said "I will not be torn away"
Listen up and i will tell you how to find a place I will tell you how to find your place
And i wonder, are you happy Yeah i'd like it, if you were happy Cus i'd like it, if you're happy
My dear, our paths are bound to cross On the plane we both traverse Connect and finally disperse