Palmtreedays_1644.Wav

All I see is spaceships
As my feet tread the pavement
My stomach's aching
My head is full of razor blades
It's alright
It's alright
But I see these fake puppets collapse
Like a limousine crash
And their terracotta cracks
Seeping water through the gaps
And it's not alright
It's not alright

Because our eyes are always glued to the screens
I haven't seen the sun since the '90s
Fragile like the ice upon which we walk
Sixty channels and nothing on TV
And I flow with the auras and energies
Millennial dreams suffocated in greed
I don't expect nothin' for free from the powers that be

I love these palm tree days, only five minutes late
And I've got my favourite seat on the bus
And I love these palm tree days, if this mood's maintained
Then everything we've got is enough

The speed bumps on the street
Drum a familiar beat
And I was moving to the rhythm
'Til the noise levels peaked
Now it's alright
It's alright

Because our eyes are always glued to the screens
The same old, it seems
I can feel the rays penetrating my brain
Now I'm a slave to the technologies
But if I can just adjust to the heat
Simmer down a little, take a seat
I don't expect nothin' for free this side of the sea

And I love these palm tree days, only five minutes late
And I've got my favourite seat on the bus
And I love these palm tree days, if this mood's maintained
Then everything we've got is enough

I love these palm tree days
I love these palm tree days
Everything we have is enough
Everything we have is enough
I love these palm tree days
I love these palm tree days
Everything we have is enough
Everything we have is enough

And I love these palm tree days, only five minutes late
And I've got my favourite seat on the bus
And I love these palm tree days, if this mood's maintained
Then everything we've got is enough

Oh, and I love these palm tree days
I love these palm tree days
Everything we have is enough
Everything we have is enough