How Could I? - Cosmicity

Mine eyes are digitized,

seeing you in electric form.

Not like lightening or static shock,

but perfect lasers that never stop.

Mine ears are modulated,

hearing you in techno form.

Not like FM or static pop,

but perfect timbres that never stop.

This is love.

This is love.

This is love.

This is love.

My mouth is quantized.

Measured words are all you’ve heard.

Not like poetry or metered spacing,

but perfect calculus of rhythmic pacing.

This is love, with my computer.

This is love, with my computer.

This is love, with my computer.

This is love, with my computer.

This is love with my computer.