Echolalia Lyrics

Following it down, the remnants of a path toward the sound

Maybe we'll just wander round and round and round and round and round

We've been here before, so much to say behind so many doors

Building the puzzle from a memory of a memory of the words

The canyon walls the snaking stream

The pulse returning back to me

Frequency received

A glimpse of the machinery

Pulling out the breath from me

And I love everything I see

Are we just a copy of a copy of a copy of ourselves

A little bird to lift me up cheerily cheer up cheer up

Loosen the grip, flip the script, change it up a bit

Find a fragment stitch, repair the pair a paragraph begins

The canyon walls the snaking stream

The pulse returning back to me

Frequency received

A glimpse of the machinery

Pulling out the breath from me

And I love everything I see