My porcelain shell gets worn down every day; I thicken it back up as I sleep
I'll use the light in my eyes to become your friend
I brush up against the future so much
I don't paint the town, I wear huge boots and run wherever I want, for miles
I brush up against the future so much, so much, so much, so much...
I have an altar at the vents, I give them flowers of gratitude
Nights filled up with feelings of the impossible made minute
Ahhh
I brush up against the future so much