From Tomorrow

This is the song as though the record This is our hour This is the story like a river in our hand A prose in showers This is a message from tomorrow This is our power Under the cover of a printed sleight of hand We burn through hours This is a song as though a record A text in flowers The past is printed and it's folded in your hands Relive those hours This is a message from tomorrow This is our power Under the cover of a printed sleight of hand We burn through hours