From Tomorrow

This is the song as though the record

This is our hour

This is the story like a river in our hand

A prose in showers

This is a message from tomorrow

This is our power

Under the cover of a printed sleight of hand

We burn through hours

This is a song as though a record

A text in flowers

The past is printed and it's folded in your hands

Relive those hours

This is a message from tomorrow

This is our power

Under the cover of a printed sleight of hand

We burn through hours