Circadia

with a whisper, you can't tell
if it's a boy or a girl
in the distance, through the trees
making sense of the world
in a sea of wood and green
he or she might have made
no direction have we found
but to live for the day
human nature is to bend
physiology's edge
we're expanding to forget
CARBON SENSE in our heads
twenty-four or twenty-five,
push the limit again
and the cycle we survive
in Circadia's chains
with a whisper, you can't tell
if it's a boy or a girl
in the distance, through the trees
making sense of the world
in a sea of wood and green
he or she might have made
no direction have we found
but to live for the day
human nature is to bend
physiology's edge
we're expanding to forget
CARBON SENSE in our heads
twenty-four or twenty-five,
push the limit again
and the cycle we survive
in Circadia's chains
with a whisper, you can't tell
if it's a boy or a girl
in the distance, through the trees
making sense of the world
in a sea of wood and green
he or she might have made
no direction have we found
but to live for the day
human nature is to bend
physiology's edge
we're expanding to forget
CARBON SENSE in our heads
twenty-four or twenty-five,
push the limit again
and the cycle we survive
in Circadia's chains