Modern Phase
Afraid of falling behind the modern age
So they stick a sign out of the speeding van
They're not the first to arouse suspicion
Not the last to fight for a dying fate
In vain
And just one question:
Can you focus now?
Prevent yourself from intuition
Silence is a virtue
But your spine will tingle on
And what good is a tradition
If there's no way to re-imagine the vital signs
As above so below
As above so below
She screams to me through the mist
From her balcony window pane
And just one question
Can you focus now?
Prevent yourself from intuition
Silence is a virtue
But your spine will tingle on
Tingle on
Tingle on
Writer/s: Alexander W. Nicol
