Get in and go Let's hide in the city Old lady woe With her monotone drone Tell her sorry but I had to go It's life without living I'm feeling the low But a memory echoing Something from the future sings Memeo A second sun Is setting low Oh these fractions and fevers A killing blow Dynamite and cyanide alike Won't fracture the feeling I'm ready to go But a memory echoing Something from the future sings Memeo A second sun Is setting low Taking it too far They're pushing and they're pulling And they're tearing me apart Bring me back around Like I took a dagger to the heart I think they're taking it too far Come and bring me back around Every waking night I'm tearing up the walls Thought I saw the light But never heard the call I'm dizzying the heights To leave behind the low Memeo A second sun Is setting low