Текст песни Electric - Matt Luther

I love that sherbet sky
Over that watermelon mountain
Oh but that deathly hallow tree
Lurking beyond the violet tsunami
Ye the pandora flowers
Light up my night
Well, I'm on my way
On the the dye highway

Once in a blue moon
I can see straight through
The matrix of life
I can cut right through it
With a metaphorical knife
I transcend throughout the night

You can call me eclectic, eccentric, electric
Pay attention to my metrics, my emphasis, my expressions

Our reality is fragile
Our lives are so agile
What will you do
When walls start to glitch
Your Netflix becomes unhinged
And the sky starts caving in

You can call me eclectic, eccentric, or electric
Pay attention to my metrics, my emphasis, my expressions