White noise. Yacht rock

(Verse 1) Morning smells like vanilla, just like the day before, The tram sounds like an accordion, creaking on the floor. A gray-haired man is reading news upon a wooden bench, About the world that's changing in a bitter, salty stench. I look out through the window — the faces are the same, But life is moving faster now, like a frantic game. They’re rushing to a place they don’t even care to know, Just shadows in a hurry with nowhere left to go. (Chorus) People just keep walking in a circle, Laughing like it’s all a piece of cake. The fog is swallowing their words and murmurs, Like a white noise on a frozen lake. And we are getting lost inside the days, Like nameless tapes with music in the haze. Maybe tomorrow everything’s the same, Or maybe wild ideas will set the flame. (Verse 2) White birds are holding up the heavy ceiling of the sky, To stop it falling down on us from somewhere way up high. Someone’s drawing dreams within a simple notebook page, Another sells his soul for gold upon a shiny stage. The smartphones in the darkness glow like tiny little panes, Leading us to worlds where only lonely spirit reigns. We’re scrolling through the feeds to find a spark or a sign, But we can’t find the thing for which our weary hearts pining. (Bridge) And if the Earth should stop its spinning fast, We won't escape the shadows of the past. We’re only wise when everything is done, Too late to realize the race was never won. (Outro) So let us stay a little longer here, Until the faith and hope will disappear. Between the mist and rain upon the street, Maybe we'll find a life that feels complete.