Of Machines
Weaving The Values That Sustain Us
Everyone clears from the room but I seem to maintain posture
Is this a street sign ahead of me or a road to show the way?
Cause I've learned to live with failure
And it painted such a picture that I cannot speak at all
No, I cannot speak at all

And may you find someone who compels you
And with these hands, I cannot repel you

This is such an amazing sight to see you again
That white picked face, yeah I've seen what lies ahead
I know what is kept at bay
May you find someone who compels you, compels you

How can I? (how can I?)
How can I? (how could I?)
(How could I find...)
How can I find—find what's inside you?

How can I? (nothing will ever change)
How can I? (how could I?)
How can I find—find what's inside you?
How can I? (how can I find what's inside?)
How can I? (how can I find what's inside?)

How can I find what's inside you?
Find what's inside you...
Tonight... Oh god...