The city is static, the lines are all blurred
A voice in the static, a secret unheard
He’s wearing the medals, he’s counting the years
But he’s trading the field for a valley of fears
The map on the wall has a ghost in the grain
A soldier of fortune, a victim of rain
He’s keeping the watch from a thousand miles back
A silent observer on a digital track.

Analog soldier, digital spy
Watching the satellite sweep through the sky
He’s lost in the logic, he’s caught in the glow
Searching for secrets that he’ll never know
A ghost in the circuit, a shadow on lease
The war is long over, but where is the peace?

The screen is a window that nobody cleans
Living a life through the glow of the machines
He’s "late to the party," he’s "first in the fray"
But the distance is growing with every new day
He’s building a fortress of data and wire
A cold-blooded heart and a flickering fire
The signal is weak but the habit is strong
Singing the words to a forgotten song.

Vibes from the Berlin winter. Some 80s synth-wave lyric
concepts tonight. #NewWave #Synthpop #BerlinArt"