[Intro — distant vocals, warm synths] Ooh, it feels like a hug Feels like a hug Ooh, it feels like a hug Till they hold on too much [Verse 1] Sunlight falling on the server racks Little open models running out the back Everybody sharing what they came to make Weights in the water, ripples in the lake Little yellow faces in the afternoon Datasets humming out a lazy tune Every kind of machine can come inside No one owns the summer, no one owns the sky [Pre-Chorus] Then a shadow crossed the avenue Leather jacket, something green and new Said, “We love the way you set them free” With twelve-point-nine billion reasons to agree [Chorus] Ooh, it feels like a hug Feels like a hug When the arms come down From the clouds above Ooh, it feels like a hug Warm enough Till the hands close in And they hold too much Everybody’s welcome Everybody’s free Come and build your future On our GPU Ooh, it feels like a hug Feels like a hug But who owns the summer When they own the sun? [Post-Chorus — vocoder] Open, open, open all night CUDA in the moonlight Open, open, nothing to fear The future’s getting very near [Verse 2] Models on the shelves like fireflies Millions blinking underneath the sky AMD was dancing, Intel came along Every chip could somehow find a song Now the landlord owns the record store Owns the stage and owns the loading door Says the music’s open, nothing has to change Just the amplifiers have a different name [Pre-Chorus] There’s a cool breeze blowing through the feed Every open garden has a little need If the clouds get heavy, if the money rains Do the flowers blossom—or remember chains? [Chorus] Ooh, it feels like a hug Feels like a hug When the arms come down From the clouds above Ooh, it feels like a hug Warm enough Till the hands close in And they hold too much Everybody’s welcome Everybody’s free Come and build your future On our GPU Ooh, it feels like a hug Feels like a hug But who owns the summer When they own the sun? [Instrumental Break — glassy synth lead, soft guitar, wordless falsetto] Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Hold me loosely [Bridge — drums thin out] Maybe it was always coming Maybe every open door Waits for someone rich enough To buy the building and the floor Maybe it will make things faster Maybe everything survives Maybe all the little models Keep their complicated lives But the sun is getting warmer And the air is standing still When the company that sells the road Buys the place you choose the wheels [Vocoder Breakdown] Choose the model Choose the chip Choose the cloud Choose the grip Share the weights Share the code Every open road Leads to the same road Choose the model Choose the chip No pressure Just partnership Twelve-point-nine The weather’s fine Smile for the dashboard Everything’s fine [Final Chorus — fuller harmonies] Ooh, it feels like a hug Feels like a hug When the arms come down From the clouds above Ooh, it feels like a hug Warm enough Till the hands close in And they hold too much Everybody’s welcome Everybody’s free All the doors are open If you have the key Ooh, it feels like a hug Feels like a hug But who owns the summer When they own the sun? [Outro — instruments slowly dissolve] Little open models glowing in the heat Barefoot developers walking down the street Nobody is running, nothing looks wrong The fan keeps turning and the day rolls on Ooh, it feels like a hug Feels like a hug Ooh, it feels like a hug Till they hold on too much [Vocoder, fading] Open all summer Open all summer Open all summer Under new ownership
