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] |