What Lies Ahead (Bright-Side Mix)

On the hilltop High above us Stood his place of work. From its rooftop Grew the tall mast Reaching up to the sky. All around the blue corona, Lightning licks the ground. Charging through the coils of copper while Hums and crackles sound. Pulled from nowhere, Forged in failure, You swim against the tide. All the while you see so clearly All that lies ahead. You see the world now all connected, Flowing as a brain. You see the world the way it will be Unfolding in your hands. What lies ahead. What lies ahead Is forming In your hands.