Science Fiction Lyrics

Blue are the trees The colour of leaves Have turned brown by the dust And eaten by rust The silvery sun Is turning to gold It's getting too old To warm our hearts any more It's all science fiction It's all just a prediction Of things to come Things to come for us all The tubes and the wires That stretch from the spires Of fibreglass domes We call them our homes Feed us with light And give us our sight We're blind to the truth Are we really living at all It's all science fiction It's all just a prediction Of things to come Things to come for us all