When I was a small child,
Obsessed with the future;
I didn't believe in fate,
I didn't believe much of anything.
Now, a weathered machine,
I'd give it all; I'd give everything,
To have you here to believe,
To believe in me.
Who could ever hold skin so cold?
Hiding flesh and wire.
Only half awake,
Doubting all the choices I make.
Feeling the heat, but never the fire.
I know it's too hot outside to run.
I'll wait until the midnight hour when the buildings block the sun.
I can't hide from fate,
But I know I don't have time to wait.
When the shadows cross my eyes,
I feel closer to my demise.
When I was a small child,
Obsessed with the future;
I didn't believe in fate,
I didn't believe much of anything.
Now that I'm a weathered machine,
I'd give it all; I'd give everything,
To have you here to believe,
To believe in me.
When I was a small child,
Obsessed with the future.
