The Children of the Past

Grille de la piste #128417

Fournie par billybluej and billybluej and billybluej

Lyrics:

© billybluej
We sailed on an ocean of regret,
until we found a land where we could forget
We see the flash of headlines in the sky
There are no more bargains left for us to buy

We hear a whistling in our heads.
We are done sleeping in our beds.

We hear a siren song that fills the air
If you woke us we would fall

We once were the children of the future
We are now the children of the past

We sailed on an ocean of regret,
until we found a land where we could forget