I am afraid for every hour
Is a ship that has sailed The breath of ice on a flower We are a ghost note, our absence of sound like an era that's lost forever floating around (and when it’s gone) We’re just words in the air. A passing thought of what was, what more is never found out. (what’s done is done) your face is sculpted to smile, the farther you float from my computed beguile (…I can't do that) now we’re just words in the air Like a song that's been sung Not reaching anyone's ears It might as well be the Space-Age 60’s A perfect future that never could be ours, salt our scars Maybe Steampunk got right It doesn't work but the future looks good on, progress gone Reset: 2, 1. In all the times that we climbed up and fell Did we learn to accept our victory song’s a death knell? (I fare thee well) Open the pod bay doors Dark monolith of the past, burn out like a shooting star Reset: 2, 1. I am afraid for every hour Is a ship that has sailed The breath of ice on a flower Reset: 2, 1.
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