the futurist - something for kate
a servant to no sweet heart of convenience.
no colour of love saw
it's emotion as evidence.
this transaction doesn't tear my soul apart,
just burn a hole in my pocket
but not in my heart.
and the head tic's taken more than it's given,
it's counting up to infinity,
still doesn't feel like living.
black crosses up on a calender speak,
so many moments that can't be made to me.
i started walking
because my heart was frozen
and i couldn't feel a thing.
your door was open,
there were flowers on the table,
holding up the ceiling.
over the city,
was the guys and the guns,
the money and the drugs.
only looking for a quiet place to be
where the future never comes.
and the some time that's gathering,
it's never going to be enough.
i just keep both filling up and filling it up,
and the difference between
what you want and what you need,
is if you're hearts not safe at night,
it's much harder to sleep.
i started walking
because my heart was frozen,
i couldn't feel a thing.
your door was open,
there were flowers on the table,
holding up the ceiling.
over the city,
was the guys and the guns,
the money and the drugs.
only looking for a little patch of green
where the future never comes.
i started walking,
i started walking
through the birds and the drugs,
now i'm singing in the park.
i found you watching
all the lovers walking around
like they're glowing in the dark.
over the city,
was the guys and the guns,
the money and the drugs.
only looking for somewhere else to be
where the future never comes.
inside the city,
was these guys with guns,
the money and the drugs.
i count my blessings
for this little patch of green
where the future never comes.