Dreams of Machines by Lost At Sea

Falling back into these old rhythms

Playing dead with your face on my mind

Gears turn in time, humming sweet rhymes

Getting taken on the ride of my life

I’m lost in these dreams of machines

Frantically clinging to these fleeting ideas

I hope these wings can carry the wind

(blowing smoke) isn’t my means to an end

We take these days all in stride

You are my pride

Waking up with these clouds on my eyes

Covered closely by the birds in the sky

We float along sailing on the breeze

Never knowing what worlds we’ll see

I’m lost in these dreams of machines

Frantically clinging to these fleeting ideas

I hope these songs can carry the wind

Blowing smoke isn’t my means to an end

High above the pain and confusion

We sail away far away.

Lost among the wires and illusions

We stray away far away

I’m lost among these dreams of machines

Frantically clinging to these fleeting ideas

We sailed away hoping for a fresh start

We succeeded, this is my means to the end

Hear I am, holding the world in my hands.