Grandpa said that time was like a master That a vintage wine needs space to breathe The right note came from silence, not from faster And the lyrics... let the wind blow through the leaves I used to draw my maps upon the pavement With the chalk the rain would soon bereave But now the clock is ticking in reverse What was eternal is a blessing and a curse... Look at the neon, shining in the dark! I don't want the future, I just want the spark Created a few minutes ago! It’s already vintage, let it go, let it go Hit the play, consume the hook Art is just a glitch, a second-hand look! One click, one frame, one post on the wall Twenty seconds of fame before the fall High-speed processing, feeding the greed Selling the rush, burying the seed If it isn't brand new, it's a dying breed! Minutes ago... Seconds ago... Already... expired.
