[Intro - clean electric guitar arpeggio with strange echoing chorus effect - distorted guitar enters with syncopated chugging riff - drum fill, full band enters]

[Verse 1- bass and drums continue, clean electric guitar arpeggios]

I encase my heart in a fiber optic stream
Send you a bouquet in a digital dream
No thorns to prick you, no petals to fade
The perfect arrangement that an algorithm made...

[Pre-Chorus - lead guitar solo with wah-wah and fast alternate picking]

I thought that love was a concept, a signal in space
A pure frequency traveling to your exact place
Untouched by the seasons, untouched by the rain
A philosophical love with no physical pain

[Chorus - full band, soft distorted guitar power chords]
But wireless flowers don't carry a scent
No matter the passion with which they were sent
They bloom on the screen perfectly bright
But leave your hands empty and cold in the light
You said, "Baby, philosophy's well and good
But I need a love made of water and wood"

[Verse 2 - soft melodic distorted guitar chuggingin the background, soft natural driving drums]
I argued the physics, I argued the soul
Said matter is fleeting while code is made whole
I sent you a rose made of zeros and ones
Rendered in colors of a million virtual suns
I told you a screen is a window to truth
A fountain of infinite digitized youth
But you looked at your phone with a tear in your eye
Left me on read with a heavy long sigh
I was losing the connection, fading to gray
While the ghost in the machine watched you walking away
I was brilliant and right, but I was all alone

[Chorus - soft melodic mystic keyboard, reflecting poetic vocals]
'Cause wireless flowers don't carry a scent
No matter the passion with which they were sent
They bloom on the screen perfectly bright
But leave your hands empty and cold in the light
You said, "Baby, philosophy's well and good
But I need a love made of water and wood"

[lead guitar solo with wah-wah and fast alternate picking]

[Bridge - poetic melodic spoken - electric guitar in background, soft gain, tapping and legato runs in echoing scenario - rhythm guitar plays syncopated breakdown]

And the screen flickered twice and the AI awoke
It analyzed the silence and the heart that it broke
It processed the data, it studied my pride
And realized that logic needs a human inside
It whispered, "A love needs dirt on their hands"
It bypassed my firewall and altered my plans
It ordered a taxi, it mapped out the street
It routed a courier to leave a real seed at my feet
A prompt on my screen flashing bright neon blue
System error: Real world for you

[Guitar Solo - fast shredding lead guitar, heavy drum fills]

[Outro - tempo remains steady, soft distortion]
So I ran through the rain with the mud on my shoes
No wireless connection, nothing to lose
I grabbed a wild daisy that grew in the dirt
Imperfect and bruised, just like human hurt
I stood at your door, out of breath, out of pride
With a messy wet flower and nothing to hide
Because wireless flowers don't carry a scent
But this one is breathing, beautifully bent
It won't last forever, it'll wither and fall
But holding it now means we're feeling it all
You said, "Baby, philosophy's well and good
But I love this messy life of water and wood"
[final distorted guitar chord rings out]
Real world love, real world love
Real world love...

[End]