Computer Purple - Nation

Should I tell her what I know about her

That her story’s not her own, like she trusts

And her flight is just equations,

Like the owl’s that glides away

What if all my memories are planted?

What if everything I am was grafted?

The mirror’s throbbing with an answer

I can’t seem to hear

Static in my soul, Computer Purple

So we’re dining in this icy wilderness

Doesn’t it feel this night is endless?

The crew is sleeping soundly and I’m down to my last bottle

You quietly hear the fears I confess,

the ludicrous ways my head is a mess

the glow of your rings is cracking my eyes and

our crystal glasses

Static in my soul, Computer Purple