You'll see the storms that we'll reap with harps in the rain
You'll see what stars you perceive instead
You'll know before you foresee the last form of age
Of vast enormous degrees ahead

Audio cassette, I'm an audio cassette

You'll see the sounds that you hear, like cloud figurines
I want just to be sincere, no tricks
We feel the moon glistening in lush sugarcane
We'll speak the shadows we keep unsaid

Audio cassette, I'm an audio cassette