You say I don't communicate
No comment
I'd say it's more of a long delay
We are only children of the echo
And time out of joint

Now you wanna know just what makes me tick
(Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick)
I don't tick, I'm digital
Everything is black or white to me
Yeah, I'm either on or off, or on or off, or on or off, or on or off, yeah

I'm aiming high (I'm aiming high)
I'm stooping low (I'm stooping low)
We are the children (we are the children)
Of the echo

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I was born in the middle of the second verse
(I was born in the middle of the second verse)
All my life I've tried to sing along
(All my life I've tried to sing along)
I'm not quite sure of all the words
(I'm not quite sure of all the words)
And I haven't got a clue just who wrote this song
(Haven't got a clue who wrote this song)
And it's hard to hear your own voice
In the midst of all these others
And everything's the wrong way round when you're looking in a mirror
And I'd really love to dance but I
Can't find the one
I can't find the one
I can't find the one
I can't find the one
I can't find the one
Are you the one?
Are you the one?
The one, the two, the one, two, three, four

I'm aiming high (I'm aiming high)
I'm stooping low (I'm stooping low)
We are the children (we are the children)
Of the echo

"Hello"
"Hello"
"Hello"
"Hello"

And sooner or later
Everything will remind you of something else
So, repeat after me
Repeat after me

I am breathing (I am breathing)
I am dancing (I am dancing)
I am the product of all my ancestors both living and dead
(I am the product of all my ancestors both living and dead)
I have created an all-seeing, all-knowing, almighty entity
Who does not care about me one bit
One bit
No, not one bit
No, not one bit (one bit)
No, not one bit (one bit)
No, not one bit (one bit)
No, not one bit (one bit)
Oh, not one bit (one bit)
Oh, not one bit (one bit)
Oh, not one bit (one bit)
Oh, not one bit (one bit)
Oh, not one bit (one bit)
Oh, not one bit (one bit)
Oh, not one bit (one bit)
One bit, one bit, one bit, one bit, one bit

I'm aiming high (I'm aiming high)
I'm stooping low (I'm stooping low)
We are the children (we are the children)
Of the echo

And for the moment (and for the moment)
As you run for the show (as you run for the show)
So sing the children (so sing the children)
Of the echo

Always thought there was so much more to learn
But the echo fades, with diminishing returns
Yeah, the echo fades, with diminishing returns
Yes, the echo fades, with diminishing returns
Yes, the echo fades, with diminishing returns

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Writer(s): Jarvis Cocker, Jason Buckle, Serafina Steer