I will learn to console The dying cylon Whose hope Has binary slow turned Into grief into Hearts we hid up our sleeves I didn't have to leave I can see I was hopeless and naive Now i see now i see Making good on our plan As i stuck to my presets No offense It's just i never made amends With myself I'll always see through this lens The wires bind the stems I will not Shoot my valence through the air I am not One of them Two words I never thought they'd be the ones i'd choose And i'll always follow through Few turns I never thought they'd be the ones of news It's closer than i ever knew