An Endless Supply

Every call you never made
Every call you waited for and never came
Every ancient sound that’s passed to your ears
In an endless supply of ones and zeros
Every sun you never saw
Every sun you soaked in, naked and all
All the futuristic landscape shaped like today
But just a few days later
I can feel it as one
I can feel it in the thunder
Too many words in a day
Too many words I don’t want to forget to tell you
I want to file it all away
We’ll write a tombstone as high as the bible
And every shred is fake, I’m afraid
And every shred is copper-plated
Every shred you can keep your eyes on
Check me while I check the horizon
I can feel it as one
I can feel it in the thunder
Here’s what we do, we learn you the rules
And if you get stuck, you can throw them the fuck out
Every call you never made
Every call you waited for and never came
Every ancient sound that’s passed to your ears
In an endless supply of ones and zeros
Every sun you never saw
Every sun you soaked in, naked and all
All the futuristic landscape shaped like today
But just a few days later
I can feel it as one
I can feel it in the thunder