Another mood
Another day
Another land
Another touch
We receive signals
From all over the world
Not able to verify these
Should we believe anything
Reality doesn't seem to be ok
Reality is not my friend
Signals sent - forever alone
Signals sent - forever gone
Forever gone
Breathless in a storm of noise
Projections on walls of empty rooms
We keep attention just for a while
We keep awake just for a while
We have the tool to find common grounds
Consciousness increases more and more
Not only the tool can help to understand
It's only a tool in another hand
What we make of it is up to us
What we make of it is up to us
We turn the wheel of sadness
Isolated in this world
And all the games we have to play
But all these rules leave us cold
And all the glass we need to touch
To communicate with the whole wide world
Glass is one of the best insulators
All alone while you're staying in touch