| Song | The Future |
| Artist | Little Hands of Asphalt |
| Album | Leap Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:29.963] | They tell me New York City's cold this time of year |
| [00:36.982] | With the way the Atlantic flows |
| [00:39.493] | almost as cold as it gets here |
| [00:44.020] | But that current's on the move |
| [00:47.034] | to pursue a new career |
| [00:51.258] | Led on by the scars in the atmosphere |
| [00:58.541] | So back here in a tiny town we'll need more electricity |
| [01:05.555] | 'Till the mains fill our brains with Kilgorean chemistry |
| [01:12.685] | But even such distractions lose their potency |
| [01:19.710] | When the ocean silently agrees |
| [01:26.179] | It was had to keep her warm last night |
| [01:29.371] | in some draughty Brooklyn bar |
| [01:33.038] | I guess I'll pledge my loyalty to the heat of the passing cars |
| [01:42.782] | |
| [01:56.806] | And I'll retain the warmth |
| [01:59.531] | the winter can not recall |
| [02:03.766] | Dispense it a clumsy "please" |
| [02:06.451] | written on some digital wall |
| [02:10.804] | Hopeful my 24 weeks among healthy animals |
| [02:18.309] | Will still keep me in the thrall |
| [02:24.997] | Of course, there's no resolve, the confusion's too severe |
| [02:31.818] | But you used to kiss the lobe before whispering in my ear |
| [02:38.824] | I think that that’s the trouble with seeing things my dear |
| [02:47.421] | Nothing is ever clear |
| [02:52.541] | And your views were surely accurate |
| [02:55.463] | But I'm done with accuracy |
| [02:59.218] | Because once I could see the future |
| [03:02.825] | But the future couldn't see me |
| [03:08.193] | And now I'm stuck between our teeth |
| [03:11.427] | With the lies we couldn't tame |
| [03:15.480] | But at least we keep our chins up |
| [03:18.065] | as we spit back at the rain |
| [03:21.775] |
| [00:29.963] | They tell me New York City' s cold this time of year |
| [00:36.982] | With the way the Atlantic flows |
| [00:39.493] | almost as cold as it gets here |
| [00:44.020] | But that current' s on the move |
| [00:47.034] | to pursue a new career |
| [00:51.258] | Led on by the scars in the atmosphere |
| [00:58.541] | So back here in a tiny town we' ll need more electricity |
| [01:05.555] | ' Till the mains fill our brains with Kilgorean chemistry |
| [01:12.685] | But even such distractions lose their potency |
| [01:19.710] | When the ocean silently agrees |
| [01:26.179] | It was had to keep her warm last night |
| [01:29.371] | in some draughty Brooklyn bar |
| [01:33.038] | I guess I' ll pledge my loyalty to the heat of the passing cars |
| [01:42.782] | |
| [01:56.806] | And I' ll retain the warmth |
| [01:59.531] | the winter can not recall |
| [02:03.766] | Dispense it a clumsy " please" |
| [02:06.451] | written on some digital wall |
| [02:10.804] | Hopeful my 24 weeks among healthy animals |
| [02:18.309] | Will still keep me in the thrall |
| [02:24.997] | Of course, there' s no resolve, the confusion' s too severe |
| [02:31.818] | But you used to kiss the lobe before whispering in my ear |
| [02:38.824] | I think that that' s the trouble with seeing things my dear |
| [02:47.421] | Nothing is ever clear |
| [02:52.541] | And your views were surely accurate |
| [02:55.463] | But I' m done with accuracy |
| [02:59.218] | Because once I could see the future |
| [03:02.825] | But the future couldn' t see me |
| [03:08.193] | And now I' m stuck between our teeth |
| [03:11.427] | With the lies we couldn' t tame |
| [03:15.480] | But at least we keep our chins up |
| [03:18.065] | as we spit back at the rain |
| [03:21.775] |
| [00:29.963] | They tell me New York City' s cold this time of year |
| [00:36.982] | With the way the Atlantic flows |
| [00:39.493] | almost as cold as it gets here |
| [00:44.020] | But that current' s on the move |
| [00:47.034] | to pursue a new career |
| [00:51.258] | Led on by the scars in the atmosphere |
| [00:58.541] | So back here in a tiny town we' ll need more electricity |
| [01:05.555] | ' Till the mains fill our brains with Kilgorean chemistry |
| [01:12.685] | But even such distractions lose their potency |
| [01:19.710] | When the ocean silently agrees |
| [01:26.179] | It was had to keep her warm last night |
| [01:29.371] | in some draughty Brooklyn bar |
| [01:33.038] | I guess I' ll pledge my loyalty to the heat of the passing cars |
| [01:42.782] | |
| [01:56.806] | And I' ll retain the warmth |
| [01:59.531] | the winter can not recall |
| [02:03.766] | Dispense it a clumsy " please" |
| [02:06.451] | written on some digital wall |
| [02:10.804] | Hopeful my 24 weeks among healthy animals |
| [02:18.309] | Will still keep me in the thrall |
| [02:24.997] | Of course, there' s no resolve, the confusion' s too severe |
| [02:31.818] | But you used to kiss the lobe before whispering in my ear |
| [02:38.824] | I think that that' s the trouble with seeing things my dear |
| [02:47.421] | Nothing is ever clear |
| [02:52.541] | And your views were surely accurate |
| [02:55.463] | But I' m done with accuracy |
| [02:59.218] | Because once I could see the future |
| [03:02.825] | But the future couldn' t see me |
| [03:08.193] | And now I' m stuck between our teeth |
| [03:11.427] | With the lies we couldn' t tame |
| [03:15.480] | But at least we keep our chins up |
| [03:18.065] | as we spit back at the rain |
| [03:21.775] |