The day is foreboding.
At night the city overrun,
The smoke is blocking out the sun.
Are they really corroding,
Structures built to hold us high,
Destroying lives while we stand idly by.
They kill our dreams while we cry,
No- Whoa whoa whoa oh.
It feels, it feels,
Completely fantastic.
And it's real it's real,
It's made out of plastic.
And it never goes away,
It never goes away.
Tidal wave,
Float away.
Echoes around you,
Sweet familiar grey and black.
No release, no turning back.
Plays on your conscience,
We take for granted what's to come,
The rising tides and suns.
But it feels, it feels,
Completely fantastic.
And it's real it's real,
But it's made out of plastic.
And it never goes away,
It never goes away.
Tidal wave,
Float away.
It never goes away
It never goes away
Tiiiiiiiiiiiiii-ah