bye function Lyrics

Your hands can only run the outline of me

I'm still in the car but i know where you are now

And it's like you've always been there

And i've always been dreaming

Unable to tell what is real now

Unable to feel the texture of certainty

All i have to offer is laid out and split into blah blah blah blah

The day swings past

And all my old gods walk above me

Poised on the edge and held by disembodied hands

Haunted ceremony

Faded blue

Pressed against a hotel window

A number, through binoculars

"Call to receive an exact outline of this life"

I would like to open everything

Become the brightness of explosion

Burning down confusion

Eyes adjusted to knowing

To the surface, to the depth

To the doors of death

To be done

Or danced across the room

Separate from the fertile smother of darkness

And the needing to be separate

I am not one of you

I am all of you

Slowly turning into a mirror

To become a door

You walk through

To find you