Circuits In The Sand

Show me the way Back to good old days When we were only butterflies And all we did was play Our senses have been numbed We can't enjoy the taste Cause everyone's been digitized But no one will be safe The artist and the athlete The stripper and the priest Policeman and the poet The kids down on the street We all thought we found paradise in the Palm of our hand But all they found in the future was Circuits in the sand Bathed in blue light Two lovers under cover Suckin' on their screens They forgot about each other Sunrise forever paralyzed In flowing finger streams Forgot how to fantasize Forgot how to dream The teachers and the students The Christians and the Jews The janitors, the warriors The geniuses, the fools We all thought we found paradise in the Palm of our hand But all they found in the future were Circuits in the sand I'm trying to remember How it felt to be alive I'm trying to remember The last time I went outside I'm mesmerized and hypnotized Distracted endlessly Trying to remember any Good it's done for me The donkeys and the elephants The Beatles and The Stones The skinheads and the street punks Everybody's on their phones They all thought they found paradise in the Palm of their hands But all they found in the future were Circuits in the sand So take me to your telescope and Point me to the void Save me from the ones and zeros Before it all gets destroyed Poisoned by the power in the Palm of our hand And all they found in the future were Circuits in the sand