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)
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,
Just one question:
Which layer are you on?