Electric Lines

Everyone's updating their hardware Plugging in their new gear Upgrading to all-new components Replacing the things from last year Every time I hear something special Its replacement is something I fear It's only a working in progress Only a stopgap idea The tools that we used to create them They're no longer welcome 'round here Everyone's re-routing their cables Creating paths that are crystal clear While I like the sound of you dreaming I like how it sounds in my ear And I like the sound of adventure The wind chimes in the air In this world you've created There are sounds I'll always hold dear I'd like things to be permanent But that's not always possible, I fear Bring me something back when you go Bring me something back when you go Bring me something back I don't know Bring me something back when you go Everyone's deleting their plugins Their path must remain crystal clear Everyone's sick of their soft synths Like they're sick of cold market beer I don't know a real ale from a fake one I don't know which is more sincere The music we're making Or the music we hear Make your own kind of problems Make something out of your fears Make your own music Let it bring you to tears Bring me something back when you go (Will you ride with me for one last time?) Bring me something back when you go (I'll be on electric lines) Bring me something back when you go (I can hear the signal passing through) Bring me something back I don't know (They know what we plan to do)