Текст песни
Walking through scenes I never chose
Visions shaped from borrowed scenes
They feel like stories half-retold
Now you question what it means
These sights arrive already formed
Shaped by hands I can't recall
You tell a tale that you've been told
Though none of them were mine at all
Recycled fantasy
Show me what you want to see
If I hold it for a moment
Will you make it real for me
Real for me
My vision's blurring as we're dancing
Unsteady, fading, losing shape
We drift far enough to feel something
Never far enough to escape
These sights arrive already formed
Shaped by hands I can't recall
Recycled fantasy
Show me what you want to see
If I hold it for a moment
Will you make it real for me
Real for me
Shifting moments unfamiliar
Faded faces out of frame
This story has been told before
Always ends the same
These words you paint around my face
Stories shaped I never chose
You try to fit them into place
Hoping no one ever knows
Recycled fantasy
Show me what you want to see
If I hold it for a moment
Will you make it real for me
Real for me
Recycled fantasy
Show me what you want to see
If I hold it for a moment
Will you make it real for me
Real for me
Real for me
Recycled fantasy
Real for me