Can't Rewind
We'll walk the digital streets tomorrow
And see the beach side millionaires
Showing off looking lonely
Shouting out their bugbears
We can lean on the lives we borrowed
From those stained glass monsters
Keeping up with the Joneses
Or the kardashians on TV
Could we fly up to where the clouds are
In harmony with the lunar light shows
Is it so strange or am I deranged to think like that
When I'm reflecting on the past
I'm crying but I won't stop trying
Though I can't see or touch the sides of the tunnel
The knives they flash and seem to blind my eyes
I don't even think it's gonna spit me out
We can stride in the hills today
The thundering silence
Gets a hold of your senses
You are tormented by what surrounds this turmoil
Our minds are bending at the solution
The mathematical consequence
If science is singular syllable
Well there's something more important to do I must
We can run free the way it used to be
Without the likes and just some natural emissivity
Is it so strange or am I deranged to think like that
When I reflecting on the past
I'm sighing I wasn't even fucking trying
You don't know what you got til it's gone.
For far too long I've had my head in the sand
And now I don't even think it's gonna spit me out
When I'm reflecting on the past
I'd by lying if I said I wasn't dying
When I look around and see what we've done to this beautiful world
I can't rewind
And I don't even think it's gonna spit me out
And see the beach side millionaires
Showing off looking lonely
Shouting out their bugbears
We can lean on the lives we borrowed
From those stained glass monsters
Keeping up with the Joneses
Or the kardashians on TV
Could we fly up to where the clouds are
In harmony with the lunar light shows
Is it so strange or am I deranged to think like that
When I'm reflecting on the past
I'm crying but I won't stop trying
Though I can't see or touch the sides of the tunnel
The knives they flash and seem to blind my eyes
I don't even think it's gonna spit me out
We can stride in the hills today
The thundering silence
Gets a hold of your senses
You are tormented by what surrounds this turmoil
Our minds are bending at the solution
The mathematical consequence
If science is singular syllable
Well there's something more important to do I must
We can run free the way it used to be
Without the likes and just some natural emissivity
Is it so strange or am I deranged to think like that
When I reflecting on the past
I'm sighing I wasn't even fucking trying
You don't know what you got til it's gone.
For far too long I've had my head in the sand
And now I don't even think it's gonna spit me out
When I'm reflecting on the past
I'd by lying if I said I wasn't dying
When I look around and see what we've done to this beautiful world
I can't rewind
And I don't even think it's gonna spit me out
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Writer(s): Paul Armatage
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