if you meet a long forgotten friend
and he takes you in his arms and smiles
and he tells you long forgotten tales
and he takes you home for a nightride
and he begs you, please, stay here with me
in the end you agree
remember: you’re just being recycled
so everything you say
somebody else said it before you
and everything you do
somebody else just did it like you
and the man in the lab just grins and says
holding up a tiny can with a sperm
remember: you’re just being recycled
montego bay
the air is oh so thick
there’s not a single breeze
the day lies dazed upon the shelf
beyond a painted window out on a far horizon
there stands a steamboat in the sun
i rised my eyes and stared into that paralyzing light
but god had left the iron skies
this day will last forever, we pushed the final buttons
and someone disconnected time
we are here in montego bay..
