Modem - The Moon Is Out of Reach Lyrics

The atmospheres making it hard to breath
The sky's unclear and the moon is out of reach

Woke up on a Sunday morning
Grabbed my coat the sky is falling down

Giving way to the upcoming day
In work at eight the cities making its sound

But what if we hate what we've become
And what if we're not the only ones

Greyed out skies are the lowest highs
But given time i'd probably wish for them back

Information at the speed of light
We all despise and nobody's thinking intact

But what if we hate what we've become
And what if we're not the only ones

But what if we hate what we've become
And what if we're not the only ones
But what if we hate what we've become
And what if we're not the only ones
But what if we hate what we've become
And what if we're not the only ones
But what if we hate what we've become
And what if we're not the only ones