The Futurist

Lyrics

A servant to no sweetheart convenience No cold heart, life-size emotional abacus And 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 calendar speak So many moments that can't be made to meet 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 this hunting and gathering ain't never gonna 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 your heart's not safe at night It's much harder to sleep I started walking 'cause 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 Ohh... I started walking I started walking through the birds and the drums 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