[Verse 1]
I'm asleep on pile of paper
Ideas are rife but 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 peace? exist somewhere but can't be seen

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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