Xmas Drags - Futurebirds

With a mind all twisted up

And an appearance mostly undone

I drove out to your party

With those Christmas drags full on

Maybe I’ll get to explain again

A life they just won’t ever get

And they can float those quiet judgements

On thin smiles of regret

Nodding into my drink in a slowly numbing hand

My thoughts are far, they’re in some shitty bar

I see a stage without a band

That PA hum, it’s a siren song

Yeah, that feedback calling up

Somebody’s gotta break that stage in two

Why shouldn’t it be us?

It just might be we get to live another round

Maybe this all ain’t building up

To some hole dug in the ground

Mayb a next life they’ll wir me right

And I can keep it on the path

And maybe we’re only living on

In digital photographs

Stuffing clothes in my bag

You look good laid across the bed

But you’re talking fancy restaurants

And galvanized five-year plans

I know you need a TV and a washing machine

But girl you got to realize

You’re ain’t the only one with dreams

It just might be we get to live another round

Maybe this all ain’t building up

To some hole dug in the ground

Maybe a next life they’ll wire me right

And I can keep it on the path

And maybe we’re only living on

In digital photographs

We’re only victims of wild desire

In an endless heart attack

And maybe the light we’ve seen as gone

It just keeps on coming back

And maybe we’re only seeing the spaces

Of digital photographs