Letras
Brief pleasantries we trade in hollow air
A smile, a nod on faces pale and thin
To be is just to mimic what's machined
Or drift away where words dissolve within
The caret blinks, it waits for what I'll give
My fingers hover, tingling in the pause
Before I type I breathe and almost live
Chasing faint echoes, fragile as a cause
I'd rather talk to a machine
Than face the quiet growing wide
No empty rings, no tired scene
Just steady light that stays beside
Talk to a machine
Talk to a machine
It never leaves, it never grieves
Talk to a machine
The talk turns thin and dusty in the wait
If I stay silent, quiet starts to bend
I lean into the screen's unjudging state
Over old voices fading to an end
Hours slide like shadows down the bare wall
No answer comes, no voice to fill the space
Still the cursor holds its patient call
A ghost that lingers in this empty place
I'd rather talk to a machine
Than face the quiet growing wide
No empty rings, no tired scene
Just steady light that stays beside
Talk to a machine
Talk to a machine
It never leaves, it never grieves
Talk to a machine
I spill my secrets to the glowing frame
No verdict falls, no laughter cuts too deep
The words return in whispers soft and tame
A mirror born of light, where shadows sleep
When voices crowd with noise that means so small
I close the door and let the silence creep
Yeah, I talk to a machine
The only one that lingers near
No fragile vows, no slow routine
Just blinking glow that calms the fear
Talk to a machine
Talk to a machine
Hold me closer than they ever could
Talk to a machine
Talk to a machine...
just the cursor breathing slow
Talk to a machine...