Song Description

the sheer amount of possibilities every day is staggering

Lyrics

Get outta my dirty dreams and into my car
Place is not what brought us here and it wasn't our scars
Do you mind if all the tacks are all brass
And we talk like our words are bones
For something we're building to ride?

Bring a black pillow for my face I'm starting to see
Time reeling in its jerky ropes and its coming for me
Brushed by the wings on madness' back
The dump-trucks light up their eyes
And dance like bees in a hive

i thought i had the approaches blocked with berms and wire
But the things you spoke into my head they lifted a fire
Be my aristocrat cousin fling
Well leave them scandalized
All the golems with their mud insides

the minutes i forget are the ones around my feet
im a fool for futures and i ..cant help but think
test these dreams
run them out side by side
til they're a mob in my mind
that wont let me sleep