Years, miles apart, and we are still just a couple nerds But we're dropping tracker tracks and some noise and some oblique, ridiculous words Met only once inside the walls of the Ground Kontrol but now we are making music that comes from our difficult virtual souls
Our arm, it hurts We spent too much time on the mouse Time on the mou-oo-ouse It could be worse We could be outside of the house Outside the hou-oo-ouse Our arm, it hurts too We spent too much time on the mouse Time on the mou-oo-ouse It could be worse, true We both could be outside of the house Outside the hou-oo-ouse