Love in the Time of Cyborgs

Here lays the hand that held mine, tightly, like a lonely vice
As the bright light split the horizon, and the skies filled with shards of ice
We stood under the veneer of safety, the waking dream that nothing could change
Even as the clouds of ash gathered, as the world began to rearrange
"Get your things and get into the car"

Here lay the legs that leapt over the hungry chasms in the street
As we fled from the coming storm on aching, tired, and organic feet
Days later, where we found our safety, we found a mechanic as well
We were in dire need of an upgrade, she had what we needed to get out of hell

So close to the future, from the past, so far
But our bodies are not who we are
Our bodies are not who we are
Our bodies are not who we are
Not who we are

Every morning, I wake up to news, an understatement to call it "grim"
Every morning, I feel farther away, every part of me is a phantom limb
When you wake up and draw back the curtains, I see the freshly disturbed ground
Where we buried our former selves by the shores of the Puget Sound

So close to the future, from the past, so far
But our bodies are not who we are
Our bodies are not who we are
Our bodies are not who we are
Not who we are

Why fix a broken heart? We can build one or take one apart
Why fix a broken heart? We can build one or take one apart
Why fix a broken heart? We can build one or take one apart
And that's where we'll start