Lyrics The Growing Block View - Coilguns

The Growing Block View

We will always end up wondering
How this is all supposed to work
Squeezing hours into minutes, weeks into days
Fitting cans into glasses drops into haze
We will always end up wondering
How this is all supposed to work
Forcing trunks into cases boxes into planes
Turning roads into trails homes into trains
We will always end up wondering
How this is all supposed to work
Swapping friends for guests, bets for promises
Claiming fortunes out of debts, profits out of crashes
We will always end up wondering
How this is all supposed to work
Slowly expanding universe, multiple present tenses
Eternal life as it flows out of our hands
We will always end up wondering
How this is all supposed to work
Framing pictures of our parents who are kids themselves
Sorting items on straight shelves and being a mess