Lose The Style - Frontliner, ellie

We have forever

And we hold it in our hands

It slips through our fingers

Like little grains of sand

If our momentum

Is ever to take flight

We’ll find the answers

In the night

We have forever

So one day you will find

The way of life you knew

From another place in time

For to this moment

We’re becoming so servile

Break with convention

Lose the style

Here we go