Greg Salwen – Letras de Utopia

Well he sits at his desk 'cause he's trying his best
To envision a future that just won’t exist
A utopia
At his fingertips

And in his spare time he frowns at the sight
Of an imperfect office, on an imperfect night
From a cafe across
A Street he provides

And he swears on his soul that he’s under control
And his eyes they just move because he claims he’s alone
In a room filled to the brim
With people he knows

He closes the door 'cause he knows that before
Everything was what was and it was beautiful

And it broke him half when he found out the math was wrong

So he’ll sip at his drink until he falls beneath the plane that we know
And most have come to love
But he knows that it’s not good enough
Yeah he knows that it’s not good enough

And when there’s no sound he’ll scream out at hell
And hope that they hear him
And acknowledge his wishes
And force him out of this

But nothing makes a sound
When no one is around
And I think he knows that now