You miss the blue light from your touch color screen
All pictures are black and white in your monochrome dream
Long live the king you said and hail to the chief
But all the kings are dead and all the presidents are thieves
Oh can you hear, oh can you hear the sirens call
We are heading for our last and final fall
Oh can you hear, oh can you hear the sirens scream
This its the last one, it’s the end of our dream… The final dream
We looked away in the moment, we should have not
We looked away and claimed, that we had forgot
We are so modern you said, all the comfort’s here to stay
But our modern world is dead and all comfort’s blown away
