Текст песни Dystopian Sci-fi - The Little Hands of Asphalt

Now the length of the summer day
Feeds a darker blue
I watch the Metropolis set in a silver hue
I know nothing is bottomless
I'm leaning into a wall
Another snowy winter waits
At the end of a fall

I would patiently tap the keys,
While you would quietly sing
Water filled the reservoirs every spring
Before the bees began to flee
Before you said you were leaving me
How you would have my sympathy
If it wasn't me

I've been down the road before,
Ca 1984
Your sister said we could teleport
To a new world

Then we passed the high water mark
Of what they thought I could sell
They called it literature
At the bottom of a well

Before what was once canals
Had turned yellow and pale
We watched the Adriatic sea
From an abandoned hotel

Before the cities of shelter tents
Before the right wing governments
Before I just wasn't making sense
And someone told you to call

Before a name on a tiny screen
Was how you'd remember me
Not for my nuance or empathy

For the new world

Dystopian sci-fi
Released me from the life I
Thought I had in front of me
Maybe this is an apology:
I want to know how to live. I want to know how to love
I gaze up at the night sky, thinking everything must go!!!
I'm here in a cul-de-sac. Are you coming back?
Dystopian sci-fi for everything I lack
Well, it is what it is, I guess;
The new world

The world was old and cowardly
Had Phillip K and fresh batteries
In my flashlight and suddenly:

A new world