Cold nights, full days
Who knows what will matter?
Life aimlessly patters if you haven't got a goal
So you find out, toil late,
Play hours that you can't count
You're pouring your heart out and still nobody is sold
Well, can you tell me why?
Half of what I feel is meaningless
Like the border of success
Nobody understands a dream
Well, can you tell me why?
Half our lives we dream our fantasies
To see them battered to their knees
Only inflation gets the best
'cause half is less and less
Knocked down, just when
Success would have been yours
The future's a downpour, they're so far ahead of you
But you learn fast, but your licks
Are nothing but replays
You're playing what they play 'cause you can't make something new
Well, can you tell me why?
Half of what I feel is meaningless
Like the border of success
Nobody understands a dream
Well, can you tell me why?
Half our lives we dream our fantasies
To see them battered to their knees
Only inflation gets the best
'cause half is less and less
Less and less, less and less
Now no one tells me
That my dream could come true
That's something they tell you so the world won't seem that bad
But who cares? Not me! The future's my pleasure
And measure by measure, my life's story will be had
Well, can you tell me why?
Half of what I feel is meaningless
Like the border of success
Nobody understands a dream
Well, can you tell me why?
Half our lives we dream our fantasies
To see them battered to their knees
Only inflation gets the best
'cause half is less and less
And what I feel is meaningless
Like the border of success
Nobody understands a dream
Well, can you tell me why?
Half our lives we dream our fantasies
Time again they’re battered to their knees
Only inflation gets the best
'cause half is less and less
Less and less, less and less
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020