Science Fiction Songtext / Lyric

Blue are the trees
The colour of leaves
Have turned brown by the dust
And eaten by rust
The silvery sun
Is turning to gold
It's getting too old
To warm our hearts any more
It's all science fiction
It's all just a prediction
Of things to come
Things to come for us all

The tubes and the wires
That stretch from the spires
Of fibreglass domes
We call them our homes
Feed us with light
And give us our sight
We're blind to the truth
Are we really living at all

It's all science fiction
It's all just a prediction
Of things to come
Things to come for us all