WE SEE THE FLASH OF HEADLINES IN THE SKY

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.