The Ascending

Her hip bone, the pendulum, the smell of home, the consequence of emptiness.
So proud of this machine, this is the strongest I’ve ever been
This is a quicker way to make things right between you and I. The solid
solution for birds to take flight, for everything to just be alright
When the design of the machine is made up of all our wildest dreams,
you’ll finally want to live
Now I want to hold the cure to your loneliness, I need you here,
this feeling’s so severe, but there’s things between us left unclear.
It’s all coming 'round faster!
This image you believe is exactly what it seems, this machine you see is me,
I’m all wrapped up and pretty
Are you breathing? 'Cause my world stopped spinning. Roll back to the beginning,
when the phone was ringing and I was singing this hollow little tune to you;
«Are you breathing or are you sinking?!»
This is a quicker way to make things right between you and I. The solid
solution for birds to take flight, for everything to just be alright!