[OPEN] Flash— There it is. No, wait— there’s more. A line, a shape, a road, a door. By all appearances— outside. [VERSE 1] Electric air, manufactured breeze, something assembling through the leaves. Looks almost normal from far away. Get a little closer— watch it get made. Flashbulb moment, silver sky, edges arriving as we go by. That hill was blank a second ago. Now it’s got texture. Now it knows. [PRE-CHORUS] Look alive. The frame is warming. Something ordinary is busy forming. Hold still. Smile nice. Exterior in real time. [CHORUS] The picture develops. Bright and wild. Outside appears with a mechanical smile. What was that? What the heck is that? Oh— it’s a horse. Saddle up. The picture develops. Layer by layer. Nothing was there— now it’s everywhere. Flash— form— flash— field— Welcome outside. See how it builds. [VERSE 2] Telephone poles, cloud design, perfect little fences growing in line. Dust on the road, gold in the seams, daylight printed out of a machine. By all appearances, this is a town. Turn your head once— new buildings found. What seemed like weather turns out to be light being taught how to believe. [PRE-CHORUS] Look around. Don’t blink too long. The background’s learning to carry the song. Nice and easy. Deep inhale. Reality retail. [CHORUS] The picture develops. Bright and wild. Outside appears with a mechanical smile. What was that? What the heck is that? Oh— it’s a horse. Saddle up. The picture develops. Layer by layer. Nothing was there— now it’s everywhere. Flash— form— flash— field— Welcome outside. See how it builds. [BREAKDOWN] Flash. Outline. Flash. Colour. Flash. Motion. Another— another— another— there. Now the road has shoulders. Now the wind has tone. Now the whole horizon acts like it was grown. [ROBOTIC LIFT] Ooh-ah— light in the chrome— Ooh-ah— field full of tone— Ooh-ah— outside is shown— And it keeps on coming on coming on— [FINAL CHORUS] The picture develops. Fast and fine. Exterior blooming right on time. What was that? What the heck is that? Still— it’s a horse. Saddle up. The picture develops. No retreat. The world keeps printing under our feet. Flash— form— flash— glow— Outside exists. Now we know. [OUTRO] By all appearances— outside. ... Nice picture.
