Running Low On Trees

Testo:

© marocon

We've mined the earth for all it's worth there's nothing left to see
The rivers dried, the oceans dead and we're running low on tree

All the birds have perished
The bees down to their last
And the butterflies that fluttered
Have long since floated past

We take refuge in
Virtual reality
World's of garish sound and light
To take our minds off of our plight

And when we feel that longing that we can't resist
To the days when sunlight felt like a mother's kiss
We dial up panoramic views until our cheeks are moist
And we are told we never had a choice
We are told we never had a choice

We've mined the earth for all it's worth there's nothing left to see
The rivers dried, the oceans dead and we're running low on tree