Power of the Sun - Bruce Dickinson

Is this a citadel, is this a prison cell?

Who sits at my right hand now, who’s watching me now?

Who made us live this way, when do I get my say

Automation turns us into human beings now

Tripping over faces, humanity has fallen

Huddled into doorways on the streets at dawn

The power of the sun keeps us moving on Spinning ever faster

The city never sleeps, the echoes of the footfalls

Already in the past

Every dawn arrives the gathering of the tribes

Shattered waves of people breaking over city walls

Never out of touch, but always on your own

Trapped inside the logic of your own communication zone

What deals have been done, who’s under the gun

Stay one step ahead of the next in line

The power of the sun, it keeps us moving on Spinning ever faster

The city never sleeps, the echoes of the footfalls

Already in the past

The cameras never lie, the ghost of you and I,

Already in the past

Inside a picture frame, we’ll vanish once again

Now the dawn is coming fast…

The power of the sun, it keeps us moving on Spinning ever faster

The city never sleeps, the echoes of the footfalls

Already in the past