FutureofaLongTimeAgo

Morning light spills through the canopy of glass and vine
Old brass gears turn softly underneath the autumn pine
Tapes roll slow in stereo, a warm cassette delay
Melting into emerald, we watch the shadows play
Breathe it in, the copper air, the golden morning breeze
Solar panels catching light above the ancient trees
Synth waves ripple through the stream, a hazy neon glow
We are riding on the future of a long time ago
Rusted chassis overgrown with ferns and velvet moss
Nothing here is broken, nothing here is counted lost
Frequencies are floating in the static of the street
Retro-futurism humming to a gentle beat
Breathe it in, the copper air, the golden morning breeze
Solar panels catching light above the ancient trees
Synth waves ripple through the stream, a hazy neon glow
We are riding on the future of a long time ago
Chilled-out beats and vinyl crackle fading in the sun
Tomorrow has arrived and we have only just begun