Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Methuselah's Children, artist - Moon Safari. Album song Blomljud, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 04.06.2012
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Methuselah's Children |
Hello beautiful May |
The sun is here to stay |
It is good to be here on such a day |
Every day I turn a bit wiser |
Every day climbing a little higher |
And every day I turn more into someone I admire |
Walking on light as the wind |
Don’t need to be slim to fit in |
As the fountain of youth disappeared with the fruit |
So the gardens closed, but it’s easy to get in |
Some people try to touch the stars |
Plastic fantastic such a farce |
While the universe expands to be untouched by human hands |
Immortality can’t be bought or can it really? |
Another day at the races, we try to stay ahead |
Of the future that changes us, but we’re all mislead |
Or values are wrong, we think we can live forever |
But we won’t be here that long |
I don’t care anyway |
Gone tomorrow but still here today |
There are so many ways for the soul to find its home |
I guess it’s all in beliefs |
It’s God, it’s Kharma, it is you and it is me |
And all of these flavours make a believer out of me |
Here I am doing fine |
Working my way outside the grand design |
Won’t line up like a barcode, this life is mine |
I’ll guess that what lies in the future will come to me in time |
Methuselah’s children, all Gods in this playground |
Souls are being a part of the emotional wasteland |
Equal like seeds it’s the year of the great flood |
Wash away the dirt and the blood from our fingers |
Only one solution be apart of their religion |
Find ourselves drowning in the ego of the many |
Only one solution be apart of their religion |
Find ourselves drowning in the ego of the many- |
We can’t swim |
Look at the those people they’re moving in circles |
Collides at the edge of each turn |
Look at those people I really believe |
That their map is all wrong |
«I was a star of a show long ago |
Do you know who I am, do you reminisce my face?» |
«I was a cog in a wheel 'twas a square |
I was aiming at the moon, but I landed in your living room» |
Look at those people their circle is stretched |
Into one fragile lemming like line |
Look at those people I cannot believe |
That we’re letting them drown |
Media creates an illusion of company |
But we will always be alone |
Empires rise and they fall during lunchtime |
But this world is all that I have… |
Look at those people |
Utopia waits for the blessed |
And the rest of us trying to cling |
To the beauty that’s left in the world |
Stand up and be counted once more |
They’re dividing the rich and the poor |
It will never be quite like the life you lived before |
Let them be nine hundred years |
Evolution halts no-one cares |
When we’ll draw our last breath and they’re all cheating death |
Guess who’s free? |
When the tables have turned |
The viewpoint is new I stand at the peak |
My dreams have come true There is no enough |
More is what moves me now and this mirror needs a change |
We’re all Methuselah’s children (Farewell beautiful May) |
We wander the streets alone (I don’t care anyway) |
We watch as the world turns cold (Farewell beautiful May) |
The toys we collect are fools gold (I don’t care anyway) |
And that’s the price we pay |
Slowly consumed by a dream I resent |
Future I could prevent if I only’d understand |
But I assume that as long as we’re here |
We just won’t really care |
Acting out the stupid nature of man… |