FUTURE CLOUD

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
On State Street, gray dawn.
Puddles full of red rain.
A man with no work
keeps staring at my gold chain.
On the ‘L’ platform,
every face looks fed up.
Same blank jaw, same pace,
same hunger in the cups.
They want the gold watch.
They want the diamond ring.
They want what the next one
is hiding under the fake grin.


[Pre-Chorus]
And I see it in their eyes
when their dead eyes fade.
Everybody wants a little
piece of the same parade

[Chorus]
Dead while living
dead while living (dead while living)
Same hands reaching
same hands reaching (same hands reaching)
Cold world, cold world
we keep drifting
Dead while living
dead while living

[Verse 2]
By the corner store,
a kid with a hoodie on
counts cash in the cold
like he’s trying to outrun dawn.
A nurse off a double shift
leans into the glass.
Coffee in a paper cup,
still praying this day will pass.
Whole blocks moving
like they lost their names.
Everybody chasing
the same old flame.
And the flame eats quick
when the wind cuts through.
What you call alive
might just be what they taught you.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I hear it in the hush
between each siren call.
Everybody climbs the same
cracked stairwell wall.

[Chorus]
Dead while living
dead while living (dead while living)
Same hands reaching
same hands reaching (same hands reaching)
Cold world, cold world
we keep drifting
Dead while living
dead while living

[Bridge]
If you touch my sleeve,
tell me you’re still here.
Not just eyes wide open,
not just moving through the fear.
I want a name.
I want a pulse.
I want something real
before this hunger takes us all.

[Final Chorus]
Dead while living
dead while living (dead while living)
Same hands reaching
same hands reaching (same hands reaching)
Cold world, cold world
we keep drifting
Dead while living
dead while living (dead while living)