Black Glass
Nick Waterhouse
I got a question
my father never had to ask
these kinds of things
I don't think they
happened in the past
I've been walking on the Straße
strolling on the boulevard
forgetting
long before
cold computing
you know they
they had the cards
(Where do you go)
swimming in a sea of indecision
(Somebody)
unblocked the dam
they don't know who you or I am
(Now we)
get to live
our own hundred revisions
we didn't ask
just enough to make you cry
didn't ask
adapt or die
Black glass
I've seen things come
my father never saw pass
riding behind a red wheel
only seeing streets under lights
he'd say -
Who are they
and who gave them the right?
Didn't ask
No, we didn't ask
Didn't ask
- Gonna adapt or die
Go on, adapt or die
just enough to make you cry
just enough