Sunday morning in the square, the air is thick with history
We're scrolling through the ghost of who we thought we'd be
A family dinner where the silence is a heavy sound
Eyes are fixed on neon screens while the world spins
No one tells the stories, no one knows the names
Just echoes of a doctrine and the digital ice games
Oh, we're losing rhythm, we're losing the soul
Falling for the shadow and the pixels take control
Ignorance is dancing in the hollow of the night
Chasing all the data and the artificial light
Where did the values go? Where did the roots all fly?
We're building up the towers, but we're staring at the sky
Stare, stare at the sky, a curate image for a life that isn't there
We're breathing in the static, we're gasping for some air
The wisdom of the elders is a flicker in the dark
While we ignite the surface without ever finding sparks
It's a beautiful disaster in a tailor little frame
Everyone is famous but no one knows a name
Oh, we're losing rhythm, we're losing the soul
Falling for the shadow, when the pixels take control
Ignorance is dancing in the hollow of the night
Chasing all the data and the artificial light
Where did the valleys go? Where did the roofs all fly?
We're building up the towers, but we're staring at the skies
Stare, stare at the sky, look in my eyes
Pass the glass and the shine, give me a heart
Don't give me a sign, disconnect the wire
Let the fire burn slow before we forget what we're supposed to know
Oh, put the phone down, feel the ground
We're still here, we're still found, ignorance is a choice
Let's find the voice, the rhythm goes on