the tragically hip
machine
I write about words, I find treasure or worse  I watch the end of man and, and I dream like a bird   I remain aloft and I forget a lot  I try not to try and I can remember or not   I'm a real machine, it follows  You're a real machine, fed on shadows I'm a real machine, follow?  You're a real machine, fed on shadows   I return your gaze and I wait in the rain  All inchoate desires, I do what I hate   I remain aloft and I forget a lot  Then I try not to try and I can remember, or not   You're a real machine, it follows  I'm a real machine, follow  I'm a real machine, it follows  You're a real machine, fed on shadows  I'm a real machine, it follows  You're a real machine, fed on shadows