Matty Pop Chart - The Magic Song

Across time,
We don't know what time means.
Decades go by unseen.
The past is wiped clean.
Every so often,
The spoils of our desire,
Get swallowed by the fire.
Their hands got tired
Of writing down the things that mean so much in words,
But in a thousand years we heard the voice of some dumb god,
And threw it all in the ocean,
Never to be remembered or missed.
It reminds me of Zeus and Atlantis,
But they were filled with pride
And what did the pagans ever do wrong?
There's something fleeting in the air here,
A voice whispering: "Come near, and you will learn dear,
All the things that your ancestors forgot,"
(Or that we forced them to forget.)
It's in the trees and in the fields,
And it's inside your heart.
There's a certain way of knowing
That there's so much more worth knowing.
Your eyes are glowing.
So fill a vial with the magic of the past,
And we will ask the questions never asked.
And when the world begins anew,
We'll start over too.