Remains from Alive by Joseph Maxwell

Synapses up in the clouds
Firing they sound so loud
Little drops of electrolytes
I wanna be like Mike

I wanna be like Mike

Magic of a human kind
Wonder if the gift's divine
Did another make our minds
Or are we of our own design

Biological machines
Somehow managing to dream
Like a baby learns to scream
It learns to sigh under inquiry

Do we come out sentient
With molecules that see what we see
And is there a dimension
That our skin cannot perceive

Arrivals and departures
Waiting to transfer planes
But even after takeoff
Something still remains, remains, remains

It still remains, remains, remains, remains
It still remains, remains, remains, remains
It still remains, remains, remains, remains
It still remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains remains

• Acoustic
• Folk
• alt. folk
• emo
• indie folk
• Lakewood