Track Insight / Lyrics
Chrome eyes scan the card catalog drawers
Coffee stain on my sleeve from before
Data ghosts sleep in magnetic tape
I sip synthetic brew, no escape
Glowing oculars cut the gloom
Quiet stacks become my room
Spring reverb sings on six-string wire
Netrunner's heart beats slow, not higher
Fingerprints grease the Dewey decimal
Old world order, strictly vertical
Jack in, jack out, no alarms trip
Just me and the hum of a cooling chip
Glowing oculars cut the gloom
Quiet stacks become my room
Spring reverb sings on six-string wire
Netrunner's heart beats slow, not higher
Microfiche flickers, a dying light
Regulars gone, closed for the night
I order data, well-done, rare
No tip left on the wooden chair
Glowing oculars cut the gloom
Quiet stacks become my room
Spring reverb sings on six-string wire
Netrunner's heart beats slow, not higher
Basement air tastes like fryer oil
History boiled in a metal coil
Upload complete, I wipe the tray
Walk out clean before the day
Glowing oculars cut the gloom
Quiet stacks become my room
Spring reverb sings on six-string wire
Netrunner's heart beats slow, not higher
Glowing oculars, glowing oculars
Glowing oculars
Spring reverb fades on the final chord
Diner's closed, but the coffee's poured
