A latent scene of war machines and buildings falling down
A subtle heart that beats through bloody streets and barely makes a sound
I hope there’s peace
I hope there’s peace right where you are
‘cause over here I’m trying to find it but I never get too far
It’s only flying heads existential dread
A calling to survive
Another name another number just forgotten to the times
And I’m forgetting bits and piеces
Memories I usеd to cherish
They’re replaced by dismal landscapes and a feeling oh so hopeless
In almost everything that I was used to ah
But in the distance I see you my utopia
The only thing I hold on to is the ghost of ya
In almost everything that I was used to ah
But in the distance I see you my utopia
The only thing I hold on to is the ghost of ya
In almost everything that I was used to ah
But in the distance I see you my utopia
The only thing I hold on to is the ghost of ya
I just want to get to you my utopia
by Genius