Pulse - Pop. 1280

The pulse in the jungle

A Steel Yard click

You’re young and hopeless

I feel obsolete

It’s dimly lit

But I can see teeth

I always come here

And make the same choice

In a dark back room

She adjusts the air

My ears are ringing

And my feet are bare

Got a new equation

Let the data speak

Hack into the Grid

Go out every night

You’re a little girl

You’re a ping in the void

How can we find each other?

I can’t sleep anymore

You’re a lonely girl

In a busy world

Hey now, little girl

Act natural — like we’re having fun

Like we’re having fun

I’m a lonely boy

In an empty room

At the front of the classroom

By a swimming pool

In the trunk of a car

By the side of the road

On a deserted beach

At the end of a rope

In a marble kitchen

In a changing room

Been doing algorithms

Why do I feel ignored?

Got a new equation

Let the data speak

Hack into the Grid

We are obsolete

You’re a little girl

You’re a ping in the void

How can we find each other?

I can’t sleep anymore

You’re a lonely girl

In a busy world

Hey now, little girl

Act natural — like we’re having fun

Like we’re having fun

Like we’re having fun

Discovered all corroded

Sinking in the sand

A fiberoptic cable

Next to a sun baked hand

Let me show you something

My last analog act

Once you do something in this world

You can never take it back