Texty: S.P.O.C.K. Utopia.

There was a time
when the seas were yet to be crossed
and mountainsides
yet to be touched by man

and words still written
by a human hand
The simplicity of eternity
filled our souls
Visions of a world
enchanting my emotional tensions
Guidance to embrace
providing my terminal conscience

Utopia - a home
An imaginary state
caught on a Super-8

But colors once so bright
darkens over the years

We're the sons and the daughters
of pioneers
The simplicity of eternity
made our souls
Visions of a world
enchanting my emotional tensions
Guidance to embrace
providing my terminal conscience

Utopia - a home