Your flaxen hair's a waterfall A Niagara where echoes call, Your moonstone eyes Are twice the size Of human kind. A hologram could not compare With anything that's really there In four dimensions All inventions Of the mind. That such a thing as you exists The scientists Who made you. You're always there right by my side My biotronologic bride We're interfaced The past's erased The future's now. We watch the screen and share its glow Where all you see is all you know 'Cause I won't take you Out and break you In the crowd. That such a thing as you exists The scientists Who made you.