Machines by The Foresters Lyrics
Just a blink of the eyes
And your sister's alright
Good things are waiting outside
So just forget what you know
It's about time to let go
Everyone's waiting outside
We're strapping in for the flight
We cannot sleep at night
Somehow it still seems alright
We're tossing turning machines
Our chances are getting slim
Wait for the night to begin
But either way we won't win
We're tossing turning machines
Stop
Don't turn out like that
But even if times are bad
Good things are waiting outside
We'll raise our fists to the sky
Prove that it's still worth a try
It's almost time for the night
We're strapping in for the flight
We cannot sleep at night
Somehow it still seems alright
Aaaaahhhhhh
Our chances are getting slim
Wait for the night to begin
But either way we won't win
We're tossing turning machines
We're strapping in for the flight
We cannot sleep at night
Somehow it still seems alright
We're tossing turning machines
Our chances are getting slim
Wait for the night to begin
But either way we won't win
We're tossing turning
We're never learning
The bridges keep on burning
And in the end we're all just machines
And your sister's alright
Good things are waiting outside
So just forget what you know
It's about time to let go
Everyone's waiting outside
We're strapping in for the flight
We cannot sleep at night
Somehow it still seems alright
We're tossing turning machines
Our chances are getting slim
Wait for the night to begin
But either way we won't win
We're tossing turning machines
Stop
Don't turn out like that
But even if times are bad
Good things are waiting outside
We'll raise our fists to the sky
Prove that it's still worth a try
It's almost time for the night
We're strapping in for the flight
We cannot sleep at night
Somehow it still seems alright
Aaaaahhhhhh
Our chances are getting slim
Wait for the night to begin
But either way we won't win
We're tossing turning machines
We're strapping in for the flight
We cannot sleep at night
Somehow it still seems alright
We're tossing turning machines
Our chances are getting slim
Wait for the night to begin
But either way we won't win
We're tossing turning
We're never learning
The bridges keep on burning
And in the end we're all just machines