Tomorrow

There’s no reel and there’s no log

What should I be thinking of

There’s no to and there’s no fro

There’s no time to get to know

Am I guest or am I host

What’s the thing I love most

What’s the thing that I love most

What’s the thing that I love most

There’s no link and there’s no chain

There’s no time to start again

There is no conversation

It all burns away

It all burns away

Well the pixels crushed your image

And the signal stole your words

There’s no colour in this picture

There’s no keep it casual

There’s no limit to the choosing

There’s no time with what you chose

And you roll the dice of calling

And we spoke until you froze

There’s no sign and there’s no wave

Give me something I can save

If it still feels real tomorrow

Then you’re one phone call away

There’s no link and there’s no chain

There’s no time to start again

There is no conversation

It all burns away

It all burns away

I look at tomorrow and

I worry about the next day

It’s been going around in circles

I look at tomorrow and

I swore that you’d be back then

Just as sure as death and taxes

Tell ‘em not to spare the horses

While I factor in the screen time

I’m not sure if I am over it

But I’ll learn to pick my battles while you’re

Somewhere over North America

It all burnt away

It all burnt away