In the Old World




We're aging faces

On some borrowed time

Exchanging places

With the ones outside

In the old world

We spilled over

And washed away


The others watching us

From yesterday

Their conversations

Always seem the same

In the old world

We unloaded

And shot away


We're painting pictures

On a shattered screen

Forbidden places

That we've never seen

In the old world

We drew soldiers

In battle scenes