Looks Like Broadway Has Seen Enough

Beyond the cliffs lurks a time when this all meant something
Yeah, we once meant something
We are suffering with foolish tendencies to only watch for ourselves
Yeah, we only watch for ourselves
We are trying to hold onto something made of dust
Oh!
We are children of the royal and strange
Remember? Remember?
When apathetic love meets the burning sun, what more can be done?
When apathetic love meets the burning sun, nothing can be done
We will grow tired of our lives on rerun,
We will grow tired, so let’s change the channel
It’s gruesome,
If only you could imagine
It’s gruesome, it’s gruesome
If only we could imagine
Hold on, it’s more.
It’s more…
Could you imagine?
When apathetic love meets the burning sun, what more can be done?
When apathetic love meets the burning sun, nothing can be done
Oh, how cold the air that will free the soul
Stories told about our time, all of this means nothing in the end!
(We grow tired of our lives on rerun, so let’s change the channel…)