Frontiers

Floating overground
 Shifting foundations
 Confused directions moving fast
 A forward backward glance
 Impatient, unknowing
 How much good can come from that?
 Can the real sensation
 Replace your expectations;
 Take the consolation price off our heads?
 We were just born to step across these lines
 We're raging, we're growing
 Too much speed to stop us now
 The white is red and the water tastes like wine
 Take it all now, and keep rolling
 Over dreams of growing down
 All the big ideas
 Short straws and big guns
 Shake the ground I'm walking on
 Tragicomic signs
 Tell stories of strange times
 Like a stillframe silent screaming child
 If a touch can come through
 The Second Life won't steal you
 It's been oversold and drawn out anyway
 We were just born to step across these lines
 We're raging, we're growing
 Too much speed to stop us now
 The white is red and the water tastes like wine
 Take it all now, and keep rolling
 Over dreams of growing down
 We are still born to step across these lines
 We're raging, we're growing
 Too much speed to stop us now
 The white is red and the water tastes like wine
 Take it all now, and keep rolling
 Over dreams of growing down