Under yellow light
Comes the face of tomorrow
Lights the fuse
Gives meaning to
All that was previously hollow
To a soundtrack of silence
And mute aspiration
The express train to Heathrow
First of the morning
Is leaving the station
Our reckless sun rises
On the tip of the iceberg
Hidden in plain sight
Still alive and full of surprises
A generation gone soft
Over new acquisitions that can't take the edge off
I've put away my childish things
Abandoned my silence too
For the future will contain
Random acts of senseless violence
The targets hit will be non-specific
We'll roll the numbers play with chance
All suitable locations planned in advance
Comes the face of tomorrow
Lights the fuse
Gives meaning to
All that was previously hollow
To a soundtrack of silence
And mute aspiration
The express train to Heathrow
First of the morning
Is leaving the station
Our reckless sun rises
On the tip of the iceberg
Hidden in plain sight
Still alive and full of surprises
A generation gone soft
Over new acquisitions that can't take the edge off
I've put away my childish things
Abandoned my silence too
For the future will contain
Random acts of senseless violence
The targets hit will be non-specific
We'll roll the numbers play with chance
All suitable locations planned in advance
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