“Is the red light on? Yeah? Wicked. Just us then. The rest is just… static.”

Watch the pavement dissolve into grey semantic vapor.

Transmuting the lead of a dull afternoon into gold like a chemical caper.

You mix up the potions, I’ll stir up the tea
There’s nobody actual here, love, but you and but me.

The shops are all cardboard, the clouds are all string.

It’s a grand hallucination, a silly old thing
So pull on your jumper and close up the blind.

We’re the only two thinkers inside of this mind.

If I blink really fast, does the High Street exist?

Or does it vanish in purple and violet mist?
It’s a solipsist’s science, a hypothesis proven
The moment you leave, well, the scenery’s movin’

It’s a play for an audience of two
And the universe is only holding together because I’m looking at you.

That bloke at the bus stop,
A glitch in the code.

Just a figment of math on an imaginary road
He’s not really waiting, he’s purely projection
A background detail for our affection
We’ve found the Elixir, the Philosopher’s Stone.

In the space between us, inside of the bone
So let the world wobble, let the simulation crash.

We’re spending perception like it’s petty cash.

If I blink really fast, does the Tesco exist?
Or does it crumble to nothing in a logic-based twist?

It’s a solipsist’s science, a hypothesis proven
The furniture stops whenever we’re movin’

It’s a play for an audience of two.
And the gravity is only heavy enough because I’m tethered to you.

Hermetic sealing, a spiritual space
The galaxy fits in the curve of your face
No empirical data, no proof and no trial
Can verify anything outside your smile
So let’s burn the textbooks and cancel the quiz.

Because you are the only thing I’m certain is.

Yeah, you’re the only thing, the only thing, the only thing that is!

If I blink really fast, do the stars even exist?
Or are they just sequins that we could have missed?

It’s a solipsist’s science, a hypothesis proven
The scriptwriter’s lazy, the plot isn’t movin’
It’s a play for an audience of two
And reality is only keeping its shape…
Yeah, the physics are only keeping their shape…

Because I’m staring at you.

Just a stage prop sun.

“Turn it off, then.”

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