Disclaimer: If I owned Serial Experiments Lain, I'd be a very rich person,
as Lain is pure genius. Consequently, I am not a very rich person.
It is sometimes said that the place where someone lives says a lot about who they are. If that is so...what do you think, after the world had been reset and Lain had been erased from memory, her room would say about her? What if walls could talk? And what if someone asked them?
These Walls
Someone's got to see this room
This place, I can't explain
I thought I could remember,
That something had remained
Someone ought to clean this room
There too much sorrow here
I can't seem to move my eyes
There's something in this air
Once, I think, there was a girl
I can't think of her name
She lived here and she loved here
And something's not the same
Yes, someone used to be here
A God of visions free
And for her, this existence
Was nothing but a dream
If these walls had words to speak
Of dimensions divine
Would it fill this hole within
Lingering in my mind?
If these walls could show me
A life that wasn't mine
Would it really have mattered?
Could anything survive?
Bending backward time and space
If only I were real
Who would I sense standing there
If eyes could only feel?
If these walls could whisper
Their secrets in my ear
Of life and love and wonder
Of some forgotten fear
Would something appear to me,
An epiphany of truth:
Everything I thought I'd won
Was never mine to lose
If these walls would only mirror
A face I think I've seen
Would something deep within me
Suddenly break out free?
Would existence be more lucid?
Would questions fade away?
Would I suddenly remember
Some dark forgotten day?
If these walls, once, could show
Creation and demise
I wonder, would it reveal
Who lies behind those eyes?
A world mirrored of this one:
Could fallacy be true?
Am I just an illusion?
I wonder; were you too?
If these walls could tell me
Of just a single girl
Would life be any different
In this twisted, mad world?
If these walls could sing me
A song of futures past
Of a miracles and devils
And life holding you fast
Do you think I'd remember
A moment of the dream
Where nothing is just nothing
And nothing's as it seems
And you, you and your devils
Erased from my mind's eye
Would reveal all the truths
Hidden beneath the lies
In just a fleeting moment
The world was born anew
Everything back in it's place
Everything except you.
Who were you, goddess?
Where are you today?
Are you in some paradise
Many dimensions away?
Something deep inside me
Makes me know you're real
That somewhere, you are out there
It's something I just feel.
Sometimes, I guess, I wonder
If you're like me at all
But maybe that's just something
Left better to these walls.
It is sometimes said that the place where someone lives says a lot about who they are. If that is so...what do you think, after the world had been reset and Lain had been erased from memory, her room would say about her? What if walls could talk? And what if someone asked them?
These Walls
Someone's got to see this room
This place, I can't explain
I thought I could remember,
That something had remained
Someone ought to clean this room
There too much sorrow here
I can't seem to move my eyes
There's something in this air
Once, I think, there was a girl
I can't think of her name
She lived here and she loved here
And something's not the same
Yes, someone used to be here
A God of visions free
And for her, this existence
Was nothing but a dream
If these walls had words to speak
Of dimensions divine
Would it fill this hole within
Lingering in my mind?
If these walls could show me
A life that wasn't mine
Would it really have mattered?
Could anything survive?
Bending backward time and space
If only I were real
Who would I sense standing there
If eyes could only feel?
If these walls could whisper
Their secrets in my ear
Of life and love and wonder
Of some forgotten fear
Would something appear to me,
An epiphany of truth:
Everything I thought I'd won
Was never mine to lose
If these walls would only mirror
A face I think I've seen
Would something deep within me
Suddenly break out free?
Would existence be more lucid?
Would questions fade away?
Would I suddenly remember
Some dark forgotten day?
If these walls, once, could show
Creation and demise
I wonder, would it reveal
Who lies behind those eyes?
A world mirrored of this one:
Could fallacy be true?
Am I just an illusion?
I wonder; were you too?
If these walls could tell me
Of just a single girl
Would life be any different
In this twisted, mad world?
If these walls could sing me
A song of futures past
Of a miracles and devils
And life holding you fast
Do you think I'd remember
A moment of the dream
Where nothing is just nothing
And nothing's as it seems
And you, you and your devils
Erased from my mind's eye
Would reveal all the truths
Hidden beneath the lies
In just a fleeting moment
The world was born anew
Everything back in it's place
Everything except you.
Who were you, goddess?
Where are you today?
Are you in some paradise
Many dimensions away?
Something deep inside me
Makes me know you're real
That somewhere, you are out there
It's something I just feel.
Sometimes, I guess, I wonder
If you're like me at all
But maybe that's just something
Left better to these walls.