Fool For Futures

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 The minutes I forget are the ones around my feet I'm a fool for futures and I cant help but think I thought I had the approaches blocked with berms and wire But the things you whispered into my head they lifted a fire Be my aristocrat cousin fling We'll leave them scandalized All the golems with their mud insides   The minutes I forget are the ones around my feet I'm a fool for futures and I cant help but think The minutes I forget are the ones around my feet The minutes I forget are the ones around my feet