Текст The Blow – From The Future

I guess I’m coming to you from the future,
There’s a moonlit square upon my bed.
Creepy and electric blue
I guess it’s just what moons must do these days

The moon screams in my ear
“Stay up all niiiiiiightt.
Day is fake and you know I’m right
It shoots all that excessive light
And just distracts us from the facts:
We’re floating in a vast expanse of black.”

I will admit that I fear the future,
Or I fear there won’t be one at all.
Creeping in as futures do
It’s something you could never prove
Just live or maybe not live through.

The moon screams in my ear
“Stay up all niiiiiiightt.
Day is fake and you know I’m right
It shoots all that excessive light
And just distracts us from the facts:
We’re floating in a vast expanse of black.”

I can see the future beckoning
with its dirty little finger.
When it calls to me
I will follow.

I can see the future beckoning
with its dirty little finger.
When it calls to me
I will follow.

The moon screams in my ear
“Stay up all niiiiiiightt.
Day is fake and you know I’m right
It shoots all that excessive light
And just distracts us from the facts:
We’re floating in a vast expanse of black.”