See, the giant never sleeps.
Concrete temples, crowded streets.
Silently poor Elpis weeps
amidst an old, inert, and dull parade of apathy.
Grey crossroads - battleground.
Worlds collide without a sound.
Slowly flows the lonely crowd
through the empty veins of black downtown.
Chorus:
So far from Utopia,
a dream, a cure, obstructed by myopia,
the fool leading the way.
Everything covered in dust
of aeons of routine and trust
in the world, the way it was,
but fantasy and dreams and visions crumble, turned to rust.
Oh, when will the wind come,
to churn the land and revive what's numb,
so I won't be the only one
to look past the skyline and see a rising sun.
Chorus:
So far from Utopia,
a dream, a cure, obstructed by myopia,
the fool leading the way.
Bridge:
Down in the canyons of dreamless charade
no thought ever rises beyond the urban shade,
and into the light of high spheres of ideals,
and onto the road to something surreal but close to Utopia.
Chorus:
Utopia... Now!
Concrete temples, crowded streets.
Silently poor Elpis weeps
amidst an old, inert, and dull parade of apathy.
Grey crossroads - battleground.
Worlds collide without a sound.
Slowly flows the lonely crowd
through the empty veins of black downtown.
Chorus:
So far from Utopia,
a dream, a cure, obstructed by myopia,
the fool leading the way.
Everything covered in dust
of aeons of routine and trust
in the world, the way it was,
but fantasy and dreams and visions crumble, turned to rust.
Oh, when will the wind come,
to churn the land and revive what's numb,
so I won't be the only one
to look past the skyline and see a rising sun.
Chorus:
So far from Utopia,
a dream, a cure, obstructed by myopia,
the fool leading the way.
Bridge:
Down in the canyons of dreamless charade
no thought ever rises beyond the urban shade,
and into the light of high spheres of ideals,
and onto the road to something surreal but close to Utopia.
Chorus:
Utopia... Now!