Synthetic Skyline

(ooh) Streets of chrome under paper skies

Lost inside of a thousand eyes

Gliding fast through the warm night air

Chasing ghost lights that disappear

Time is fading out of view

Every horizon leading to you

(run away)

We ride the beam into

the dark

Trading shadows for a spark

Through the grid we slip away Before the morning turns to

gray

Lost

inside the grid

(forever lost)