I was staring out the dirty glass watching the other world swirling past
my field of sight
I was feeling like a voyeurist, catching glimpses of motorists and traffic lights
And I saw red,
It filled my head with a longing to be there instead
But i'm aware that it is not for us; the skyscrapers, streets that run under my feet
The things we bought and the things we felt
The things we had and the things we held were out of reach
And we were there
I just couldn't bear to see that that world just didn't just didn't care
And all there monuments were so cold
Those epitaphs and those golden domes
Conveyed a message we've always known
That world was not for us.
I was staring out the dirty glass watching the other world swirling past
my field of sight
I was feeling like a voyeurist, catching glimpses of motorists and traffic lights
And I saw red,
But we'll be dead, we'll grow old and die be for they let
Us into there golden society
And shower us with all there money
But I won't let that worry me
Our world is good enough
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