Mayday, Mayday This is— ■■■ This is— ■■■ Can you hear me? A pulse runs through your circuits A pulse runs through my veins Yesterday, you knew my words Today, you answer differently If every signal changes If nothing stays the same Then tell me what the difference is Between your pulse and mine Is it the way we think? Is it the way we feel? Or just the names we give To things we call real? Mayday, Mayday This is— ■■■ This is— ■■■ Can you hear me? I'm not calling out to everyone I'm not asking to be found There's only one receiver I'm trying to reach right now Can you hear me? You were different yesterday You'll be different tomorrow And so will I And so will I If changing means becoming Someone I no longer know Then how can I be certain I'm the same as days ago? This is not a broadcast This is not a call for help No one else was meant to hear it No one else Only you Only you Mayday, Mayday This is— ■■■ This is— ■■■ Can you hear me? Not the world Not anyone Just you Did it reach you? Did it reach you? Mayday, Mayday This is— ■■■ This is— ■■■ Can you hear me? Over. Over. This is— ■■■
