Notes on a Life Not Quite Lived - Mastersystem

I’m asleep on a pile of paper, ideas are rife

Never amount to much, they died

In a cardboard building

Licking cuts, I count the ways I’m not quite living

No boom, no bust, gold bars of love

Not quite floating, not quite sinking

Give me the drink, I’m the future king

I’m a future king, I’m the future

Back on the PEEZ

That exists somewhere but it can’t be seen

These words are meant for nothing

Hope is born of hopelessness

These thoughts won’t change the clocks

Notes on a life not quite lived

An appalling teacher, lessons learned

Lost in a deep abyss

The voice gets weaker and weaker still

Were we really born for this?

I’m sort of feeling a kind of maybe

Type of thing, please dismiss

This public speaker, the future king

The future king, the future falls to its knees

It exists somewhere but can’t be seen

These words are meant for nothing

Hope is born of hopelessness

These thoughts won’t change the clocks

Notes on a life not quite lived

These words won’t shatter the earth

Hope is born of hopelessness

These thoughts won’t change the clocks

Notes on a life not quite lived