This is Not a Kodak Moment

Its our mission to fight for our daydreams
Its yours, apparently to intervene
Finally, in only seven day's time
the entirety of the old world is unmade
and on the last evening
the lights of all the cities
blink out one by one

The great explorer is dying
and half his stories are untold
The future wind is blowing
and all the lies will come unfold

As

This is not a Kodak moment
We are refugees from the truth
No time spent on brushing up the picture
No life spent in full

One girl dies in another girls arms
The high heeled lady has lost her charms
Pearl lined necklace drop stone by stone
New pearls will form in our new home

Flying is wasted on the jaded
Youth wasted on the young
Reality locks you all in cages
The Key maker hides under another song

As

This is not a Kodak moment
We are refugees from the truth
No time spent on brushing up the picture
No life spent in full

Older men whisper in youthful ears
Transmission disturbed by anxious fears
Raving in no direction generations waste
Rituals to gateways bined like yesterdays junk
They congregate the power and you dazed in skunk

I got hippies in the attic
punks down below
No place to shower
the hunger of the howl
The basement is banging
as the roof top flips of
Im left with no place hiding
And nothing now will ever be enough

As

This is not a Kodak moment
We are refugees from the truth
No time spent on brushing up the picture
No life spent in full