Letras
Imaginary line, two distant worlds,
light years, away.
Is anybody there, am i alone?
Light years, away.
Blindness of high tech, no signs of life,
light years, away.
A world that perish without human touch,
light years ahead.
Witness of our world's fragility,
lighting up all our souls from within.
A search for living souls, not cold machines,
a sound defining all our endless dreams.
Blindness of high tech, no signs of life,
light years, away.
A world that perish without human touch,
light years, away.