We're worried about echoes
And why we're being held-back,
Bound at the speed of light.
This is the time
Of no regret,
In a forward momentum race
We leave in our wake
What is broken, forgotten and gone.
I squint my eyes
As if to make my sight extend
A little further.
This is the time
Of no regret,
In a forward momentum race
We leave in our wake
What is broken, forgotten and gone.
The dream is nothing,
Yet it drives us to the end.
These words unforce our hand,
Hold on, hold on.
In fear of true deception
Our lives are being brought-back,
Brought back down.
This is the time
Of no regret,
In a forward momentum race
We leave in our wake
What is broken, forgotten and gone.