I NEED A NEW NUB (Remastered x2)

I NEED A NEW NUB (Verse 1) I'm tired of swiping, tired of force Trackpad got me feeling so divorced From what I'm touching, what I'm trying to find Every gesture leaves me further behind (Pre-Chorus) I need something that teaches me to feel Something that responds when I get real Not a surface that just takes what I give Something that shows me how to live (Chorus) I need a new nub One that does what it should One that won't make me crash when I'm trying to scroll One that makes me feel good I need a new nub One that lets me attend One that knows that the journey Is finding the pressure, not pushing to the end (Verse 2) Light touch, mostly in the wrist Fingertips like something I almost missed You don't move it, you suggest a direction Every unit needs its own connection (Pre-Chorus) Speed comes from sensitivity, not force The masters learned to feel the source If you're frustrated, you're doing it wrong Breathe and let the cursor come along (Chorus) I need a new nub One that does what it should One that won't make me overshoot when I'm trying to scroll One that makes me feel good I need a new nub One that's red in the center One that knows that the temple Is built by the ones who surrender (Bridge) Terry in his room, two thousand lines of code Finger on the rubber, letting God download 640 by 480, sixteen colors on the screen The sage does not push the nipple He allows the cursor to arrive unseen (Final Chorus) I need a new nub One that does what it should One that won't make me swipe when I should be still One that makes me feel good I need a new nub Red and waiting for me One that knows that attention Is the only way to be free (Outro - spoken or half-sung) Every interface is an education Every interface is an education Let the cursor arrive... Let the cursor arrive...