We're worried about echoes
while we'll be in held-back
bound at the speed of light
This is the time
of no regret
in a forward momentum race
we live in our wake
what is broken, forgotten and gone
I squint my eyes
as if to make my sight extend
a little further
This is the time
of no regret
in a forward momentum race
we live in our wake
what is broken and forgotten
The dream is nothing
yet it drives us to the end
with words (and force at hand?)
Hold on, hold on
In fear of true deception
our lives are being brought-back
brought back down
This is the time
of no regret
in a forward momentum race
we live in our wake
what is broken and forgotten