[ Featuring Kučka ]
We pulled into the back road
Shimmering this way forth
Wearing out its course end, I could only dream about
What is hidden, heard through its white noise
All seems too clear
Let it wash over me
Don't disappear
Visions are hyperreal
All seems too clear
Let it wash over me
Don't deserve it
Visions are hyperreal
Rising from the vapor misted patterns, voices left behind
From the vapor misted patterns, can we stay a while?
Guess I'm sick of things being the same
Doesn't have to be every day, never change
Just recycling things I thought were true when I was younger
But I'm older now, I should've listened, oh
The splinters left me blind
I had to change my mind
But constantly, it all seems too clear
Let it wash over me
Don't disappear
Visions are hyperreal
Let it wash over me
Don't disappear
Visions are hyperreal
Voices left behind
Rising from the vapor mist
Can we stay a while?
Voices left behind
