Even the Sea Sides Against Us - Disco Inferno

Don’t expect to be seen

And don’t expect to be heard

Money’s tight at the moment

So is the mind

A future so close, I could sell my cares for it

But I’d rather be penniless, than buy any shares in it

We’re at the very edge of the future

And now we can see it

Yet we’re begging for scraps from the tables

Of blatant opportunists

Will I still be here

The same time next year?

We’re waiting for a future

To come along and sweep us away

Free thinkers think with their heads

But their hopes are tied

To their breath

Boats leave this port every day

But we can’t get a pass

We just wanna see for ourselves

What the tropics are like at long last