Electric Lines

Everyones updating their hardware
Plugging in their new gear
Upgrading to all-new components
Replacing the things from last year
Every time I hear something special
Its replacement is something I fear
Its only a working in progress
Only a stopgap idea
The tools that we used to create them
Theyre no longer welcome round here
Everyones re-routing their cables
Creating paths that are crystal clear
While I like the sound of you dreaming
I like how it sounds in my ear
And I like the sound of adventure
The wind chimes in the air
In this world youve created
There are sounds Ill always hold dear
Id like things to be permanent
But thats not always possible, I fear
Bring me something back when you go
Bring me something back when you go
Bring me something back I dont know
Bring me something back when you go
Everyones deleting their plugins
Their path must remain crystal clear
Everyones sick of their soft synths
Like theyre sick of cold market beer
I dont know a real ale from a fake one
I dont know which is more sincere
The music were making
Or the music we hear
Make your own kind of problems
Make something out of your fears
Make your own music
Let it bring you to tears
Bring me something back when you go
(Will you ride with me for one last time?)
Bring me something back when you go
(Ill be on electric lines)
Bring me something back when you go
(I can hear the signal passing through)
Bring me something back I dont know
(They know what we plan to do)