Children of the Echo

You say I don't communicate

No comment

I'd say it's more of a long delay

We are all children of the echo and time out of joint

Now you want to know just what makes me tick

I don't tick, I'm digital

Everything is black or white to me

I'm either on or off, or on, or off, or on, or off, or on, or off

Yeah

I'm aiming high (I'm aiming high)

I'm stooping low (I'm stooping low)

We are the children of the echo (We are the children of the echo)

I was born in the middle of the second verse

All my life I've tried to sing along

I'm not quite sure of all the words

And I haven't got a clue who wrote this song

And it's hard to hear your own voice

In the midst of all these others

And everything's the wrong way round when you're looking in a mirror

And I'd really love to dance, but I can't find the one

Can't find the one

I can't find the one

I can't find the one

I can't find the one

Are you the one?

Are you the one?

The one, the two, the one, two, three

I'm aiming high

I'm stooping low

We are the children of the echo

Hello?

Sooner or later everything will remind you of something else

So repeat after me

I am breathing

I am dancing

I am a product of all my ancestors both living and dead

I have created an all-seeing, all-knowing, all-powerful entity

Who does not care about me one bit

No, not one bit

I'm aiming high (I'm aiming high)

I'm stooping low (I'm stooping low)

We are the children of the echo

One for the money

Zero for the show

So sing the children of the echo

I always thought there was so much more to learn

But the echo fades with diminishing returns

Yeah, the echo fades with diminishing returns

Yes, the echo fades with diminishing returns

Yes, the echo fades with diminishing returns