Lyrics
And so we gathered there
With beers in robot hands
We watched the sun fall
It was nice, I think
Through hazy eyes
Clouded by algorithms
And other in-house defects
And myopia
I saw flesh on flesh
And bodies turning at impossible angles
On cascading straw rooftops
Old footballs lined like soldiers
I wondered if this was growing up
I wondered if I could be a part of it
I counted my change
And checked my version
No bloatware today
No bloatware today
As the evening set
And kids went home
And adults gave each other hugs
Covered in sweat from summer sports
I tried to smile
It might have been successful
I sat by myself
The park looked nice
Illuminated in sunbeam
Washed in reverb
It is a miracle to be alive
But I wouldn't know
It is a miracle to love
But I wouldn't know
It is a miracle to breathe each morning
But I wouldn't know
And as I looked at white teeth
And red wine
And the stench of a kick about well-played
I tried to smile
It might have been successful