I still see your troubled eyes In the crest of every static wave And I hear the echo of my lies In the replay of each and every save Slowly opening your tearful eyes Your voice through the whisk of the domescreen skies And the screens always go black I stand up, I turn my back And go alone I had to cancel my creation Had to undo and go back I had to turn everything off And let the screen go black From each replay Something grow and grow An inner turmoil Like a suffocating undertow Our days were few And I always felt you knew That the end had to come And so it did And so it came true You've heard the hoary tale Of the man so old and frail A wounded snake he found On the forest ground He healed it, he nursed it And cared for it over seven days So in the twilight haze Of the seventh silent night he woke By a sudden deadly bite But the snake was out of sight And then it spoke You knew what was at stake I am still a snake And a dream is still a dream If you're sleeping or awake And a snake is still a snake