Your moving is critical to any experience If there is a narrator in the space Saying it's you don't try to pull back Stay in the moment while I steal your Words keep talking, go on, keep talking It's all about making a choice to be a soft master But will I know my very own voice in whatever I'm after Moving the story on, The sources make themselves known They bring on noises, they might never go But your body is speaking in tongues, Saying stay in the moment while I steal Your words keep talking, go on, keep talking It's all about making a choice to be a soft master But will I know my very own voice in whatever I'm after Through the echoes I try to pick it out I have to get faster As time moves it's harder to tell apart to get straight answers Superposed, aligned, they coincide can't make it out Can't figure out who's speaking and whose side is it on Whose side am I on