Futile Games in Space and Time (feat. LD & The New Criticism & Barbacoa)

I throw birds made of clay Into thin air They fly for a minute Fair enough I move things constantly To watch their orbit To see how they change Shape and size I don't expect them to love me To care for me They're just volumes and games In Space and Time (I threw my heart on you Into thin air We flew together for a while Fair enough I pulled every string To create a common orbit And saw how you changed Shape and size I expected you to love me To care for me It was just a futile game In Space and Time) (In Space and Time) Because Space is crazy And Time has never been on our side So we just keep on Throwing birds of clay Into thin air But they are not real birds After all (after all) They will never really fly They're just poor imitations They are futile games In Space and Time In Space and Time In Space and Time