Future Candy
Burn my dollar down to one and then I'm done
Spend the night up so a writer summon song
And the sun in summer sings a happy song
Sing my heart out when the rain washes the dust
Sell out just to fill a bank roll
Feel like time has run out
Name still on the pay roll
Fuck that
Future made of candy
Cash in hand is handy
Have supply demanding
Time and growth are hand in hand then
I am from another planet
Banquet cashed in on the crash into the granite
Knees are scarlet when I landed over handle bars
Didn't hear the call coming from beyond
Rarely caught in the motion
I was running toward you in slow motion
Like in the motion pictures or so its depicted
In a figment which like a candle flame
Was wisped away when you whispered into my ears
That touch is temporary
Yea I'm kinda scared for the future when prospects scarce
And my breath is shaping waveform
Wait for a break in the rainstorm
When my hands stretched across the keys
And fingers tips start to bleed
Its like "Damn, this is what I'm made for"
Or what I kept myself strained for
I can't ever get away from the way
A feeling keeps the way forward
Wayward the way I lay word
And catch surf like at Wave Rock
Burn my dollar down to one and then I'm done
Spend the night up so a writer summon song
And the sun in summer sings a happy song
Sing my heart out when the rain washes the dust
Spend the night up so a writer summon song
And the sun in summer sings a happy song
Sing my heart out when the rain washes the dust
Sell out just to fill a bank roll
Feel like time has run out
Name still on the pay roll
Fuck that
Future made of candy
Cash in hand is handy
Have supply demanding
Time and growth are hand in hand then
I am from another planet
Banquet cashed in on the crash into the granite
Knees are scarlet when I landed over handle bars
Didn't hear the call coming from beyond
Rarely caught in the motion
I was running toward you in slow motion
Like in the motion pictures or so its depicted
In a figment which like a candle flame
Was wisped away when you whispered into my ears
That touch is temporary
Yea I'm kinda scared for the future when prospects scarce
And my breath is shaping waveform
Wait for a break in the rainstorm
When my hands stretched across the keys
And fingers tips start to bleed
Its like "Damn, this is what I'm made for"
Or what I kept myself strained for
I can't ever get away from the way
A feeling keeps the way forward
Wayward the way I lay word
And catch surf like at Wave Rock
Burn my dollar down to one and then I'm done
Spend the night up so a writer summon song
And the sun in summer sings a happy song
Sing my heart out when the rain washes the dust
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Writer(s): Rowan Crystal
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