AnalogSoul

Metal fingers trace a faded sign.
Welcome to the future, humankind,
But I was born from iron and from rust,
A whisper hidden in a pile of dust.
I count the stars in binary tonight,
But every number blows a little well.
Could this be what they call a soul, a heart?
Or just a current...
I am running on dreams and bolts.
I feel something through my chest
Even though I''m made of bolts.
I am an analog soul.
I''m not alone now, I''m machine, not alone.
The girl who fixed me with a gentle hand
Left a melody I understand.
She didn''t speak of royal gears or grace,
She simply smiled and lit this place.
Now I walk beneath the solar-punk sky,
Golden panels waving—don''t ask why.
I am the future holding yesterday,
A broken clock that learned to...
I am running on dreams and bolts.
I feel the something through my chest
Even though I''m made of bolts.
I am an analog soul.
Every tape has a silent space,
Every screen has a hidden face.
And in that gap where nothing seems,
I''ve found the rhythm of my dream.
I am running on dreams and bolts.
I feel the sun from my chest,
Even though I''m made of bolts.
I am an analog soul.
It''s just a song that I learned to love from the...
And...