The echo of the world
In record time
Reproduction, fading into the night
The lack of what I've done until light
Gone perfection, hanging in the night
A sharp and empty crime
To realise
Advertised and nothing in design
I realised
Begs a pardon

These are 
This is not 
Want to 
Oh stop, 
You're on 
Nothing stopping them this time

Going on and on and on and on and on
Going on and on and on and on and on
For when I, for when I
For when I, for when I

The echo of the world
In my time
You'll never take me back
The echo of the world
In my time
You'll never take me back
The echo of the world
The echo of the world
You'll never take me back
The echo of the world
The echo of the world
The echo of the world