Machine - The Tragically Hip

I remain aloft and I forget a lot

I try not to try and I can remember or not

I’m a real machine, it follows

You’re a real machine, fed on shadows

I’m a real machine.

Follow?

You’re a real machine, we’re fed on shadows

I return your gaze and I wait in the rain

All inchoate desires, I do what I hate

I remain aloft and I forget a lot

Then I try not to try and I can remember, or not

You’re a real machine, it follows,

I’m a real machine.

Follow.

I’m a real machine, it follows

You’re a real machine, fed on shadows.

I’m a real machine, it follows

You’re a real machine.

Fed on shadows