Lyrics

A wanting, needing, conceiving, living machine. What might this bring.
A knowing, feeling, concealing, living machine . What will it mean.

It starts to make sense, they're right at our feet.
Inside our defense, right here in the streets, don't pretend.
In a way, haven't they been our slaves.

(Chorus)
What will it mean when they want to be free. The living machines, when will it be.

Away from it all, what will we see.
Another glorious fall from the top of the tree, again.
Perhaps too late to repair our broken gates.

What will they say when no longer afraid. The living machines, when will it be.
(Repeat Chorus)

(Bridge)
What happens if we walk too far, without knowing where it goes.
Will it be what we thought, or will it be what no one knows.
A violent storm runs abound, hidden by the mountain side.
A yearn to discover turning round, as a veil hides our eyes.

What will it mean, when our machines, want to be free. What will it mean.
What will it mean, when our machines, are like you and me. When will it be.