Magnetic tapes are old bloodstreams For this recording calm machine. We're serving all the jaded hearts Of those without a place to start. And washing them all of mistake; I'll confidence could never fake The notes and bolts that ring this song: Expired tales of love gone wrong.
Why do I stay the same? Why do I hear your name on every street, on every path? Luminance.
Why do I hear your name? Why do I feel the same in every dream I ever have? Luminance.
Standing in a freezing place beyond, Until your heart has stopped it's chime. Branded with an order number, and washing them all of mistake.