Borderline - Summer Underground

Borderline, I see you

Though the image is incomplete

I watch you through the window from 70-thousand feet

Oh isn’t it time to carry on?

Oh isn’t it time?

Listening to the Dark Side

As we whiz past the moon

Through a headphone splitter

Connecting me to you

Oh isn’t it time to carry on?

Oh isn’t it time?

Tipsy, tiltering turbulence

A peculiar powwow of nerds

Inventing fake curses

Discussions of delicate discourses

Oh isn’t it time to carry on?

Oh isn’t it time?

Paralyzed by fear I watch incessantly

The latitudes dividing

The parting of the seas

Oh isn’t it time to carry on?

Oh isn’t it time?