Hyperreal - Flume, Kučka

We pulled into the back road

Shimmering this way forth

Wearing out its course end, I could only dream about

What is hidden, heard through its white noise

All seems too clear

Let it wash over me

Don’t disappear

Visions are hyperreal

All seems too clear

Let it wash over me

Don’t deserve it

Visions are hyperreal

Rising from the vapour misted patterns, voices left behind

From the vapour misted patterns, can we stay a while?

Guess I’m sick of things being the same

Doesn’t have to be every day, never change

Just recycling things I thought were true when I was younger

But I’m older now, I should’ve listened, oh

The splinters left me blind, I had to change my mind

But constantly, it all seems too clear

Let it wash over me

Don’t disappear

Visions are hyperreal

Let it wash over me

Don’t deserve it

Visions are hyperreal

Voices left behind

Rising from the vapour mist

Can we stay a while?

Voices left behind