Machine (机器) - The Tragically Hip Written by:Gordon Edgar Downie/Rob Baker/Johnny Fay/Paul Langlois/Gord Sinclair 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