around you Any given minute we'll witness The planets falling from on high Sparkle as they're falling Through the twilight sky Fly over dystopia All
The city, the hustle The workers, the muscle The martyrs, the monkeys The data, the junkies The wounded, the tortured The fallen, the slaughtered The
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So many frequencies, such little bass So many vacancies, such little space So many destinies, such little hope So many enemies, such little rope So many
Hideaway Find a way To hide away Turn the page Or fade away All we need Finally Will come to me Dawn will rise Eventually Oh, sun Shines its light On
Stars in the sky, they will guide you back home Float as the night forms a path of its own Follow the lights, they will guide you back home Path to discovery
Time Time it ticks on by Signposts through our life Sends us up on high And down again Dreams Dreams are all I know Dreams, they come, they go Seldom
I've lived nine lives, I've lived them well I've carved my crash course straight through hell I've broken bones, I've had my spills It fuels my cyclone
Floating over High up above So far, so good Twenty thousand Leagues down below So far, so good Day by day, calling out Calling out to you Day by day,
Floating to the edge of the world Floating to the edge of the sea Floating off the edge of the ocean Out into the galaxy Floating to the edge of the
Hideaway Find a way To hide away Turn the page Or fade away All we need Finally Will come to me Dawn will rise Eventually Oh Sun Shines its light On
the city, the hustle the workers, the muscle the martyrs, the monkeys the data, the junkies the wounded, the tortured the fallen, the slaughtered the
Waiting for the moon to rise again Across the darkened sky Stars they will shine again They're shining above you Satellite dreams come raining down Keep
Floating to the edge of the world Floating to the edge of the sea Floating off the edge of the ocean Out Into The Galaxy (x2) An apparition Of twilight
So Many Frequencies, such little bass So many vacancies, such little space So many destinies, such little hope So many enemies, such little rope So many
Floating over High up above So far, so good Twenty thousand leagues down below So far, so good [Chorus] Day by day Calling out, calling out to you
Is it a war zone, Is it a freak show, Is it a terror dome, Is it a radio, Is it a firewall, Is it a death toll, Is it an atom bomb, Is it a Tombstone
Time Time is ticks on by Signposts through our life Lifts us up on high And dream again Dreams Dreams are all i know Dreams they, are they go Seldom
