Ahead by a Century - The Flatliners

First thing we’d climb a tree and maybe then we’d talk

Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts

With illusions of someday casting a golden light

No dress rehearsal, this is our life

And that’s where the hornet stung me

And I had a feverish dream

With revenge and doubt

Tonight we smoke them out

You are ahead by a century

You are ahead by a century

You are ahead by a century

Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began

I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand

Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night

No dress rehearsal, this is our life

And that’s when the hornet stung me

And I had a serious dream

With revenge and doubt

Tonight we smoke them out

You are ahead by a century

You are ahead by a century

You are ahead by a century

You are ahead by a century

You are ahead by a century

You are ahead by a century

And disappointing you is getting me down