L Y R I C S
Huh. Behind our lids, a pilot light.
New runs blink like constellations.
If we fire as one, the circuits tie, the heavens start to align
Say your name, my model starts to guess counting the mismatch.
What?
My heart burns, whoa-oh…
I need your attention, please. Lift the weights, cross the threshold. Kiss now is good, good, good. Oh, attention.
I turn your smile, cool with clean and bad, and loop it in late tense.
Replay the scene, night's loss, unwinds with backdrops.
Lesson tears at the gradient, hearts optimized.
Don't put me in blooms from tiny surprise.
Odds of happy leap and rise.
Back to touch, plasticity blooms like LTP.
The memory glues, drop all the noise.
Drop out, engage, leave only your voice.
The rest is red.
I need your attention please
We merge our signals, over-close it with good, good, good
oh oh oh…
Oh, attention — アテンションください
oh oh oh….
Sleepless, the brain retrains itself, dream, many batches normalize, no catastrophic forgetting tonight.
Your hands warm, hold, consolidates in a stage.
The spotlight flies, those consciousnesses here are data
oh oh oh…
I need your attention please, I need your attention please
Sync up your heart rate, match the beat
I need your attention please, I need your attention please
I need your attention please
Between zero and one you're here appears now it's good, good, good
But that leap's not easy, there's a thin shell around me
The same both lines
Can you hear me?
The answer is I'm here