Lyrics: Amber Van Day/Lucas Arens
Music: Amber Van Day/Lucas Arens
I try to touch grass, but the trees are all plastic aesthetic
And lately I know something's off
I look to the sky, but the birds are all crying
They're high on something in the chemicals
All the things, yeah, all the things you forget to sleep at night
So wake up in your heaven, it's the city of dreams
Yeah, we got flying cars and sex machines
Who cares if we've been swimming where the waters are green?
We got flying cars and sex machines
And over here we got all that we need, yeah, we're so free
Who cares if we've been choking on the air that we breathe
When we got flying cars and sex machines
Why get off the sofa?
The world doesn't focus in close-up in virtual reality
Believe in the headlines, I'm reading them all night
They're disguised in words that have no gravity
All the things, yeah, all the things you forget to sleep at night
So wake up in your heaven, it's the city of dreams
Yeah, we got flying cars and sex machines
Who cares if we've been swimming where the waters are green?
We got flying cars and sex machines
And overall, we got all that we need, yeah, we're so free
Who cares if we've been choking on the air that we breathe
When we got flying cars and sex machines
We got it all, we got, we got it all
Flying cars and sex machines
Yeah, we got it all, we got, we got it all
Flying cars and sex machines
We got it all, we got, we got it all
Flying cars and sex machines
We got it all, we got, we got it all
Flying cars and sex machines