| Song | Maybe In The Future |
| Artist | We Cut Corners |
| Album | Think Nothing |
| [00:10.784] | Back then in the middle ages |
| [00:13.201] | when you were catching on but no contagious |
| [00:16.169] | I blew all my chances |
| [00:19.173] | shoelaces fumbled with no digits |
| [00:22.244] | I swatted your advances |
| [00:24.843] | like they were summer evening midgets |
| [00:29.962] | We really made a meal of our goodbyes |
| [00:36.431] | We served them cold |
| [00:38.140] | and undercooked |
| [00:41.650] | You tell me I have got the bluest eyes |
| [00:46.859] | but I can't remember |
| [00:49.389] | 'cause It's been so long since I've looked |
| [00:58.570] | There's no need to fight over me |
| [01:01.021] | 'cause I'm divisible by three |
| [01:04.464] | Down there on your haunches |
| [01:07.098] | do you feel you let it go to waste |
| [01:10.134] | Do you get a bit self-conscious |
| [01:13.250] | when they say you have an aquired face |
| [01:18.065] | I'm sorry I didn't get home to make the children |
| [01:23.825] | I stopped to watch a fire rip through a building |
| [01:29.697] | and onlookers said something about a silver lining |
| [01:35.122] | but missing golden opportunities is my thing |
| [01:42.476] | You've told me how difficult it gets |
| [01:47.821] | being so desired in this town |
| [01:55.983] | The next time you get the urge |
| [01:58.894] | for being submerged |
| [01:59.286] | and you can hold onto my wrist |
| [02:01.896] | while I holding your face |
| [02:06.043] | Down |
| [02:09.035] | The fog lifted while our lips overlapped |
| [02:14.705] | You're not that gifted |
| [02:16.190] | You’re just beautifully gift wrapped |
| [02:20.366] | The more I try to clarify |
| [02:23.595] | the more the meaning blurs |
| [02:26.339] | But maybe in the future |
| [02:28.443] | I will say more using less words |
| [00:10.784] | Back then in the middle ages |
| [00:13.201] | when you were catching on but no contagious |
| [00:16.169] | I blew all my chances |
| [00:19.173] | shoelaces fumbled with no digits |
| [00:22.244] | I swatted your advances |
| [00:24.843] | like they were summer evening midgets |
| [00:29.962] | We really made a meal of our goodbyes |
| [00:36.431] | We served them cold |
| [00:38.140] | and undercooked |
| [00:41.650] | You tell me I have got the bluest eyes |
| [00:46.859] | but I can' t remember |
| [00:49.389] | ' cause It' s been so long since I' ve looked |
| [00:58.570] | There' s no need to fight over me |
| [01:01.021] | ' cause I' m divisible by three |
| [01:04.464] | Down there on your haunches |
| [01:07.098] | do you feel you let it go to waste |
| [01:10.134] | Do you get a bit selfconscious |
| [01:13.250] | when they say you have an aquired face |
| [01:18.065] | I' m sorry I didn' t get home to make the children |
| [01:23.825] | I stopped to watch a fire rip through a building |
| [01:29.697] | and onlookers said something about a silver lining |
| [01:35.122] | but missing golden opportunities is my thing |
| [01:42.476] | You' ve told me how difficult it gets |
| [01:47.821] | being so desired in this town |
| [01:55.983] | The next time you get the urge |
| [01:58.894] | for being submerged |
| [01:59.286] | and you can hold onto my wrist |
| [02:01.896] | while I holding your face |
| [02:06.043] | Down |
| [02:09.035] | The fog lifted while our lips overlapped |
| [02:14.705] | You' re not that gifted |
| [02:16.190] | You' re just beautifully gift wrapped |
| [02:20.366] | The more I try to clarify |
| [02:23.595] | the more the meaning blurs |
| [02:26.339] | But maybe in the future |
| [02:28.443] | I will say more using less words |