Lose The Style

We have forever
And we hold it in our hands
It slips through our fingers
Like little grains of sand
If our momentum
Is ever to take flight
We’ll find the answers
In the night
We have forever
So one day you will find
The way of life you knew
From another place in time
For to this moment
We’re becoming so servile
Break with convention
Lose the style
Here we go