We assumed the world was static and the sequence stayed the same But something knows the outcome and the ending of the game It doesn’t move like anything that we were ever told (We were told) It’s a message from the future that is waiting to unfold The distance to the structure is a gap we cannot bridge Watching our own footprints from the summit of the ridge (From the ridge) We take for granted every fragment of the signs we call the truth But this ruin holds a memory that somehow knows our youth It is the reflection of a world that stands light years ahead of ours (Ahead of ours) That is why we can’t explain the sudden opening of these doors It is operating on a signal that we haven’t even found While we are still interpreting every hollow sound The shape of its perspective comes from somewhere out of time (From another time) A broken progression that has already reached its prime (Already reached its prime) Identity is not a thing that distance can control It’s the frequency of tomorrow manifesting in our souls (Manifesting here) It is operating on a signal that we haven’t even found While we are still interpreting every hollow sound The shape of its perspective comes from somewhere out of time (From another time) A broken progression that has already reached its prime (Already reached its prime)
