Frontiers

Floating overground
Shifting foundations
Confused directions moving fast

A forward backward glance
Impatient, unknowing
How much good can come from that?

Can the real sensation
Replace your expectations;
Take the consolation price off our heads?

We were just born to step across these lines
We're raging, we're growing
Too much speed to stop us now
The white is red and the water tastes like wine
Take it all now, and keep rolling
Over dreams of growing down

All the big ideas
Short straws and big guns
Shake the ground I'm walking on
Tragicomic signs
Tell stories of strange times
Like a stillframe silent screaming child

If a touch can come through
The Second Life won't steal you
It's been oversold and drawn out anyway

We were just born to step across these lines
We're raging, we're growing
Too much speed to stop us now
The white is red and the water tastes like wine
Take it all now, and keep rolling
Over dreams of growing down

We are still born to step across these lines
We're raging, we're growing
Too much speed to stop us now
The white is red and the water tastes like wine
Take it all now, and keep rolling
Over dreams of growing down