Music: Sunniva Lindgård
Hey there, you, you, hands full, empty flesh, gone shopping
Chasing on a flame so bright it can make you into something
Yeah, hey there, you see screens on screens, a tracking orbit
The sky is falling down, but our necks keep tilting away from it
Now it feels like I have lost my edge (Edge)
And I still try to understand the way they think, yeah
Yeah
The way they think
Tryna be focused, a drift that pushes against the winds
But it gets harder to sleep when minds turn the best of us into poison
So hey there, you, you, hands full, empty flesh, gone shopping
Wandering in a dream so bright it keeps crackling up the columns
Now it feels like I have lost my edge (Edge)
And I still try to understand the way they think, yeah
Yeah
The way they think, yeah
Hold on
Can't carry these bags
Aye
Lost it, lost it, lost it, lost it
'Cause now it feels like I have lost my edge
And I still try to understand the way they think (Yeah)
The way they think