Changing Times - Scanners

Now the world is turning, spinning round the sun

So we’re standing still but moving fast

One day your breath will be your last

One day you’ll breath your last

We all must one day melt into the earth

The only path we take from birth

We must make life have some worth

Dying from our birth

It’s a bird that’s flown

Through an empty room

It’s a planet and it’s a molecule

As its ripples spread

Through our darkened pool

It’s the speed of light

It’s a golden rule

And we’re moving fast

Though we’re standing still

It’s a wonder drug

It’s a bitter pill, it’s a remedy

For our simple minds

It’s a symbol for our changing times

Now the sun is rising, spreading through the sky

Chase my horizons far away

Carrying the break of day

Chase my demons far away

Chase them far away