Testo di Futurist

Progessive thoughts in our cars In our futures, unlimited space Why not draw a tiny box? It is our coffin, a skeletons reprieve Attempting to regenerate a history we denigrate These are things, all the things, all the things we do With you, with you We have been in the dark for too long We don't see the broken part is our heart All that we have learned, all that we are holding Is all burned up, it's all burned All that we have loved, all that we have broken In other words, other words, we do We have been in the dark for too long We don't see the broken part is our heart Your missing part, your missing heart Dress me in the clothes of tomorrow Dress me up, dress me up, dress me up We have been in the dark for too long We don't see the broken part is our heart All the seeds that grow Are the ones you sowed