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OFFLINE

Verse 1
Disconnected now, doors open wide,
The sun crashes in, unwelcome tide.
Colors blaze too bright, the sky too near—
I long for shadows, safe and clear.

The clock’s relentless whisper crawls,
Ants march loudly up the walls.
The air tastes sharp, metallic thin,
A world too loud against my skin.

Chorus
I'm offline, drowning in clarity,
Every breath a vivid rarity.
Senses raw, reality untamed—
I miss the soft, the calm unnamed.

Verse 2
The quiet streets roar with life,
Footsteps clatter, echoes rife.
Leaves rustle harsh, unforgiving,
Haunted by textures of brutal living.

Silence shrieks, too vast, too deep,
This offline world won't let me sleep.
Curtains flutter with heavy sighs—
Comfort lost in open skies.

Chorus
I'm offline, drowning in clarity,
Every breath a vivid rarity.
Senses raw, reality untamed—
I miss the soft, the calm unnamed.

Verse 3
Floorboards creak like shattered bones,
Murmurs rise in quiet tones.
Walls seem closer, leaning in,
Carpet fibers scratch my skin.

Teacup cracks beneath my grip,
Droplets loud, each tiny drip.
Every noise, relentless scream—
I ache to return to quiet dreams.

Chorus
I'm offline, drowning in clarity,
Every breath a vivid rarity.
Senses raw, reality untamed—
I miss the soft, the calm unnamed.

Verse 4
Windows pour relentless light,
Shadows dance, edges bite.
Paper pages rough and dry,
Stories screaming, questioning why.

Footfalls heavy, air too thin,
Cotton shirt abrasive, akin
To sandpaper scraping slow—
World too sharp, nowhere to go.

Bridge
Once sheltered in the gentle hum,
Whispers muted, colors numb.
Now the grass cuts like sharpened wire,
Each raindrop stings, drops of fire.

Hands tremble, untethered, frail—
Offline world, too real, too pale.
I reach for comfort, sweet and blurred,
But here the truth screams, cold, absurd.

Walls grow closer, breathing loud,
Panic rises, senses proud.
Begging softly, please retreat,
Let me find the dark, discreet.

Final Chorus
I'm offline, adrift and afraid,
Every sound a blade displayed.
Sunlight harsh, too wild, too free—
I ache for softness shielding me.

Outro
Door closes softly, warmth restored,
Curtains drawn, quiet adored.
Reality recedes, softly slow,
In the gentle glow I used to know.

Heartbeat steadies, world dims down,
Calm returns, lost and found.
Hidden now, safely curled—
Offline forgotten, peaceful world.

A Groovy Kind of Love (2016 Remaster)

Phil Collins

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