What It Will Be Like Before I Was Born
Leaves are rustling in the west of me
I'm trying to breathe into the rest of me
This thing is trying to get the best of me
But what am I? Let it take me, whatever I am
Alarm bells are ringing in my spacesuit
Is my skeleton trying to get out
Am I surrendering my structure
Is that what this is all about
I saw a movie of a street scene
More than 100 years ago
Everyone was on their way to someplace
Everybody had somewhere to go
Archaeologists will find our artifacts
They'll find a server in the rust
They will smirk at our ephemera
After all of us are dust
Shh!
I think I'm picking up a signal
There's interference in the way
I can feel the static on the waveform
I'm looking for a way to flip the phase
And when the phase is flipped it cancels
And when it cancels there's a hush
But the hush is temporary
The static always comes back in a rush
I saw a movie of a street scene
More than 100 years ago
Everyone was on their way to someplace
Everybody had somewhere to go
Archaeologists will find our artifacts
They'll find a server in the rust
They will smirk at our ephemera
After all of us are dust
If I close my eyes and hold my breath
Till the shooting stars start to explode in my head
I can see what it will be like before I was born
And remember how it was after I'm dead
I'm trying to breathe into the rest of me
This thing is trying to get the best of me
But what am I? Let it take me, whatever I am
Alarm bells are ringing in my spacesuit
Is my skeleton trying to get out
Am I surrendering my structure
Is that what this is all about
I saw a movie of a street scene
More than 100 years ago
Everyone was on their way to someplace
Everybody had somewhere to go
Archaeologists will find our artifacts
They'll find a server in the rust
They will smirk at our ephemera
After all of us are dust
Shh!
I think I'm picking up a signal
There's interference in the way
I can feel the static on the waveform
I'm looking for a way to flip the phase
And when the phase is flipped it cancels
And when it cancels there's a hush
But the hush is temporary
The static always comes back in a rush
I saw a movie of a street scene
More than 100 years ago
Everyone was on their way to someplace
Everybody had somewhere to go
Archaeologists will find our artifacts
They'll find a server in the rust
They will smirk at our ephemera
After all of us are dust
If I close my eyes and hold my breath
Till the shooting stars start to explode in my head
I can see what it will be like before I was born
And remember how it was after I'm dead
Credits
Writer(s): John Klaras
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