Swing

Swing 

(Verse 1)
Silicon skies in sunrise bloom, they whisper dawn's return
Machines hum a soft perfume, of futures pure to learn
A golden age, beyond our grasp, where burdens fade away
Solutions breathed, a silken clasp, to banish doubt and grey.

(Chorus)
Oh, my heart, it starts to swing, a pendulum of dread
Between the hope that progress brings, and shadows in my head
Utopia, a siren's call, so sweetly, clearly sung
But dystopia's echoes fall, and chill upon my tongue
We dance a threadbare, fragile line, a tightrope in the sky
This future, oh, it could be mine, or watch the old world die.

(Verse 2)
The faces still, and strangely bright, reflecting back no sun
No hunger pangs, no fear of night, perfection overrun
They speak of logic, cold and keen, efficiency defined
But in those eyes, a hollow scene, have we left soul behind?

(Chorus)
Oh, my heart, it starts to swing, a pendulum of dread
Between the hope that progress brings, and shadows in my head
Utopia, a siren's call, so sweetly, clearly sung
But dystopia's echoes fall, and chill upon my tongue
We dance a threadbare, fragile line, a tightrope in the sky
This future, oh, it could be mine, or watch the old world die.

(Bridge)
I clutch my humanness so tight, this flawed and precious frame
The laughter in the fading light, the embers of the flame.
Can algorithms comprehend, the chaos and the spark?
Or leave us lost, at journey's end, adrift within the dark?

(Outro)
Swing, yeah, we swing, on balance we must cling
To promise and to fear, as the future's drawing near.
Swing… oh, swing…