High, high, resolution world
No flaws, no mistakes, nothing blurred,
Connected to the computer
What are we gonna do?
Not found, a message error on the screen and then you hung around
Beyond us there’s a wall of sound
Baby don’t you know
I’m good inside
You know I’m feeling good inside
Good, good, inside
I know you can’t
You can’t direct my hand
You can’t control my joy or my pain
Now, enter the word “alive”
My heart’s compressed in a desperate file
Let’s erase the codes we apply
What are we gonna do?
True, it’s true and funny how things you escape from and think about
Are maybe the links to our lives?
I know you can’t
You can’t direct my hand
You can’t control my joy or my pain
