Hyperschlieb Songtext

Gliding out of impulse,

Gliding from my eye port,

Sliding from your skin in pale light.



Gliding on the freeway,

The cold magnetic space wave,

Sliding out of time and your past.

Gliding out of your heart,

Mouth to mouth to meaning.


Stealing from my words that are frozen,

Wide awake yet frozen,

Locked in hypernation,

Trenched in silent smiles.



Our tectonical plates

Are moving faster every day,

Like galaxies in space,

Away from one another.