Magnets the size of the poles
Right opposite one another
But so drawn towards each other
Our lives at the hands of giants
Our hearts like a flock of birds
With beady eyes and beaks like shards we stare
And our heart beats like a drum
That rusty old pump
That rusty old pump
In the light of the moment it sounds so sane
And all the plastic and metals that pump through our veins
Must be pulling us until we're senseless
And running after progress
Magnets the size of the poles
Right opposite one another
But so drawn towards each other
Our lives at the hands of giants
In the light of the moment it sounds so sane
And all the plastic and metals that pump through our veins
Must be pulling us until we're senseless
And running out of progress
Running out of progress
Running out of progress
Running out of progress
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Magnets the size of the poles
Right opposite one another
But so drawn towards each other
Our lives at the hands of giants
Our hearts like a flock of birds
With beady eyes and beaks like shards we stare
And our heart beats like a drum
That rusty old pump
That rusty old pump
In the light of the moment it sounds so sane
And all the plastic and metals that pump through our veins
Must be pulling us until we're senseless
And running after progress
Magnets the size of the poles
Right opposite one another
But so drawn towards each other
Our lives at the hands of giants
In the light of the moment it sounds so sane
And all the plastic and metals that pump through our veins
Must be pulling us until we're senseless
And running out of progress
Running out of progress
Running out of progress
Running out of progress
Right opposite one another
But so drawn towards each other
Our lives at the hands of giants
Our hearts like a flock of birds
With beady eyes and beaks like shards we stare
And our heart beats like a drum
That rusty old pump
That rusty old pump
In the light of the moment it sounds so sane
And all the plastic and metals that pump through our veins
Must be pulling us until we're senseless
And running after progress
Magnets the size of the poles
Right opposite one another
But so drawn towards each other
Our lives at the hands of giants
In the light of the moment it sounds so sane
And all the plastic and metals that pump through our veins
Must be pulling us until we're senseless
And running out of progress
Running out of progress
Running out of progress
Running out of progress
Writer: Henrik Schimkus
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid