Bruce DickinsonPower Of The Sun

Is this a citadel is this a prison cell Who sits at my right hand now Who's watching me now Who's made us live this way When do i get my say Automation turns us into Human beings now Tripping over faces Humanity has fallen Huddled into doorways Hnd the streets at dawn The power of the sun Keeps us moving on Spinning ever faster The city never sleeps The echoes of the footfalls Already in the past Every dawn arrives The gathering of the tribes Shattered waves of people Breaking over city walls Never out of touch But always on your own Trapped inside the logic Of your own communication zone What deals have been made Who's under the gun Stay one step ahead Of the next in line [chorus] The cameras never lie The ghost of you and i Already in the past Inside our own picture frame We'll vanish once again Now the dawn is coming fast [chorus] © 2017