A Game Called Echo
Here we play games like turning men into boys
And everyone must cry or lose
Recall 'My circuit', recall 'I'm not-you are'
Remember that I moved too soon
Corridor empty, time to call in the stars
A game called echo
Now I ask questions, I get so nervous of
A game called echo
We rename vehicles, you rename heroes
I switch to auto
You are reception, I can take it or leave
Do I need permission to stop?
