The Futurist

A servant to no sweetheart convenience

No color of love saw its 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 countin' up to infinity, still doesn't feel like livin'

Black crosses up on a calendar speak

So many moments that can't be made to me

I started walkin' 'cause my heart was frozen and I couldn't feel a thing

Your door was open, there were flowers on the table holdin' up the ceiling

Over the city was the guys and the guns, the money and the drugs

Only lookin' for a quiet place to be where the future never comes

And there's something in gathering, ain't never gonna be enough

But just keep on fillin' it up and fillin' it up

And the difference between what you want and what you need

As if your heart's not safe at night, it's much harder to sleep

I started walkin' 'cause my heart was frozen, I couldn't feel a thing

Your door was open, there were flowers on the table holdin' up the ceiling

Over the city was the guys and the guns, the money and the drugs

Only lookin' for a little patch of green where the future never comes

Oh

I started walkin', I started walkin' through the birds and the drugs

Now I'm singin' in the park

I found you watchin' all the lovers walk around

Like they're glowin' in the dark

Over the city was the guys and the guns, the money and the drugs

Only lookin' 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