Call the doctor, something's different
The eyes I witness through are not my own
I was meant to be a waterfall
Not brutalist architecture
I'm dreaming, retracing lines
To find the golden ratio
Rewriting, rearranging code
To program what I
Should have been
What you're seeing isn't there
I'm not sure it's ever been
Just a phantom in the mist
Shifting out of focus
Should I step out from the fog
Would you take me as I am
Just an angel in the gloam
Seraph in the Twilight
What I wouldn't give to change the outcome
Call the doctor, something's different
The eyes I witness through are not my own
I was meant to be a waterfall
Not brutalist architecture
I'm dreaming, retracing lines
To find the golden ratio
Rewriting, rearranging code
To program what I
Should have been
What you're seeing isn't there
I'm not sure it's ever been
Just a phantom in the mist
Shifting out of focus
Should I step out from the fog
Would you take me as I am
Just an angel in the gloam
Seraph in the Twilight
What you're seeing isn't there
I'm not sure it's ever been
Just a phantom in the mist
Shifting out of focus
Should I step out from the fog
Would you take me as I am
Just an angel in the gloam
Seraph in the Twilight