Elusive Dream

Young Galaxy

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The whole kit
The whole game
The whole world
Is fucking absurd
Armed to the teeth
For the next urge
And there’s a hint of demise
In the air
We will walk these streets
For only so long
Until the next ones come
Giving up on
A holiday
Enslaved by
The living wage
We do it
All over again
But what do we really want?

Our legacies
Our big breaks
The ripple in time
That’s left in our wake
It’s been the same thing
Everywhere in every time

Elusive dream

Every view, every sense
Every word
We try to defend
Puts us further out
In the deep end
There’s a hint of regret
In the air
We will haunt these feeds
For only so long
Until the next ones come
All the lights
That we gather ‘round
In the cities
And in the towns
We do it
All over again
But what do we really want?

Our fantasies
Our desires
To be heard
To live for three words
It’s been the same thing
Everywhere in every time

Our legacies
Our big breaks
The ripple in time
That’s left in our wake
It’s been the same thing
Everywhere in every time

Elusive dream