If you can dance, you can believe,

If you can stretch, you can dream.

And listen to just which side i'm on

When speaking or singing,

No interruptions or gaps in this intermission

For this instrumental.

Out there, there is negative space

Based upon layer after layer

(sometimes represented with color)

And somewhere,

Someone is blissfully

Lost upon those layers.

It's short, those moments

Of lossy compression;

It is best to extend

Far beyond any reach you've ever known,

So as to never be lost again.


From lightyears away

I tap on your shoulder and

Whistle in your ear;

The lyrics no more than a page,

One sentence,

Just one question:

Which layer are you on?