I'm asleep on pile of paper
Ideas are rife but never amount to much
They died in a cardboard building
Licking cuts, I count the ways I'm not quite living
No boom no bust, gold bars of love
Not quite floating, not quite sinking
Give me the drink
I'm the future king, I'm a future king
I'm the future Back on the peace? exist somewhere but can't be seen
These words are meant for nothing
Hope is born of hopelessness
These thoughts won't change the clocks
Notes on a Life Not Quite Lived
An appalling teacher, lessons learned
Lost in a deep abyss
The voice gets weaker and weaker still
Were we really born for this
I'm sort of feeling a kind of maybe
Type of thing, please dismiss
This public speaker, the future king
The future king, the future falls to its knees
It exists somewhere but can't be seen
These words are meant for nothing
Hope is born of hopelessness
These thoughts won't change the clocks
Notes on a Life Not Quite Lived
These words won't shatter the earth
Hope is born of hopelessness
These thoughts won't change the clocks
Notes on a Life Not Quite Lived
