Automatic stop

The Strokes cover

Where was the fire?
What gave us sight to walk that wire?
Did we notice how high
We left the expectations that left us blind?

Imagination will be 
The cradle of the future that is not
While the memory feeds 
All the yous that won't let you be here
Be here
At the now

which is the time where you're sure
That you exist without biting a lure
Just a clue cannot cure
And as you seek the clock tick tick tick tick

Off with your fire
You know we can't really touch in here
Off with desire
I don't need another life walking in a wire


(Work in progress)