[Verse 1]
And there were future reflections
On the face and the hands
On a green-colored island
On a primitive man
It was the future reflecting
It felt familiar but new
A street was missing a building
The kids had something to do
[Chorus 1]
There was a feeling the spirit was leaving
Red like a marker
So my tribe, with my knife
Cut the heart from a lonely life
[Verse 2]
I saw patterns on floorboards
Deep in the dust was a leader
Someone was walking on floorboards
Turning from oak into cedar
He can assess the situation
I wrapped a string around my finger
Into the forest with the young ones
I don't expect to be a winner
And there were future reflections
On the face and the hands
On a green-colored island
On a primitive man
It was the future reflecting
It felt familiar but new
A street was missing a building
The kids had something to do
[Chorus 1]
There was a feeling the spirit was leaving
Red like a marker
So my tribe, with my knife
Cut the heart from a lonely life
[Verse 2]
I saw patterns on floorboards
Deep in the dust was a leader
Someone was walking on floorboards
Turning from oak into cedar
He can assess the situation
I wrapped a string around my finger
Into the forest with the young ones
I don't expect to be a winner
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