indie pop, indie rock Celogen
The Unreal You

why, in your satellite,
do you call back to earth
when you know that it won’t hurt
this time for the left behind
swearing they’ve been reborn,
begging “stay a little more”,
watchful eye. when you’re stolen into dreams,
are you scared you’ll lose track
of everywhere you’ve been
this life, this life
when the flick of a lamp switch
erases memory as well as sight?

and every long, lonely night reoccurring
they’ll never know, it’s a fact they can’t change
the unreal you splits seas into currents
the gentle flows just fill with cellophane

so why don’t you stay in flight?
with so many hands upon you
can you ever know what’s right?
and when you arise, when the satellite fills your eyes
with so many hands upon you
is your graceful ascent just one long fight?

with every long, lonely night reoccurring
they’ll never know, it’s a fact they can’t change
the unreal you splits seas into currents
the gentle flows just fill with cellophane

well who’s gonna hide you?
well who’s gonna call you home?
oh you don’t seem to care,
so you must know