Come Tomorrow (с альбома "Trans Aviation Pilots")
Come tomorrow. You will see the ocean.
Come tomorrow. You will see the stars.
But today - today just a TV-set and cup of coffee instead.
Today is 21 century.
Come tomorrow and you won't have to buy newspapers to know what was happened to you.
You will see yourself by other eyes without any help from reporters, printed machines, postmen.
But today is 21 century and you don't know how to live without newspapers.
Postman brings to you newspapers but does he cook it for you?
And who cook for you milk, meat and bread?
You know it was yesterday, and there is no any reason it won't be tomorrow.
The reasons to fear you get from newspapers as it is the same with any other reasons.
That's why there are fewer and fewer reasons to live.
That's why you've got all reasons to disappear completely -
you've got nothing more to do except to hire a bodyguard...
From this point countdown starts.
Save yourself for yourself, and it will start.
The Impasse is the newspaper in your hands.
Rip it up and you will see the forest.
The Impasse is TV screen obstructing the sky and the stars.
It is receiver. It is 21 century...