I see the wires, I wait for the onset of warm weather.
It seems to me sometimes I'm made of glass,
and you are of glass too.
But often it seems to me something else,
I sleep and see ashes in my dream.
My efficiency increases with each passing day;
I love my walls, I call them "home".
I receive signals from different sides;
I sleep and see ashes in my dream.
I like steel because it's clean;
I like life because it's simple.
Remind me to smile when you see me;
I sleep and see ashes in my dream.