Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark. The Pacific Age. Zeneszám

The Pacific Age is growing strong
It's arm's embrace with a killing grace
It shakes your hand as it takes your place

The Modern Age, like a slow revenge
A wave that breaks over distant shores
It begs for mercy
And it take some more and more and more

The Pacific Age comes down like rain
Washing over us again and again
It's spreading west like a speeding train
As the wheels slow down and we lose the game

The Pacific Age tell no lies
A dream that calls like an open door
It keeps you hoping
And it takes, and it takes, and it takes some more

The Pacific Age comes down like rain
Washing over us again and again
It's spreading west like a speeding train
As the wheels slow down and we lose the game

The Pacific Age comes down like rain
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As your heart slows down and you lose the game

The Pacific Age comes down like rain
Washing over us again and again
It's spreading west like a speeding train
As the wheels slow down and we lose the game

The Pacific Age has no regrets
It feeds on dreams, it wins its bets
A new dawn breaks from east to west
And the plans we made stop making sense

The Pacific Age, it calls your name
It bites your hand, you feel no pain
Racing home, you run in vain
As your heart slows down and you lose the game