Your moving is critical to any experience
If there is a narrator in the space
Saying it's you don't try to pull back
Stay in the moment while I steal your
Words keep talking, go on, keep talking
It's all about making a choice to be a soft master
But will I know my very own voice in whatever I'm after
Moving the story on,
The sources make themselves known
They bring on noises, they might never go
But your body is speaking in tongues,
Saying stay in the moment while I steal
Your words keep talking, go on, keep talking
It's all about making a choice to be a soft master
But will I know my very own voice in whatever I'm after
Through the echoes I try to pick it out I have to get faster
As time moves it's harder to tell apart to get straight answers
Superposed, aligned, they coincide can't make it out
Can't figure out who's speaking and whose side is it on
Whose side am I on
