iX - Off the Grid

You got a tan. I see it now, a healthy tan
A colour that tells me you were happy then

The more I see. the less I get to feel myself
I’m halfway into becoming someone else

O, let’s write a letter
Just pen on paper
Nothing better

A little experiment
To see if we can still lift the lid
No ones and zeroes
No telephones
Going off the grid

Listen closely, someone’s whistling quietly
Answer only when it beats the silence

Reason is just half of the equation
Desperately in need of an aliance

O, Let’s write a letter
Just pen on paper
Nothing better

A little experiment
To see if we can still lift the lid
No ones and zeroes
No telephones
Going off the grid