The Growing block view Songtext
von Coilguns

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 drugs into cages, boxes into bins
Turning roads into trails, homes into trees
We will always end up wondering
How this is all supposed to work
Swapping friends for guests, bets for promises
Claiming fortunes out of damps, profits out of crashes
We will always end up wondering
How this is all supposed to work Studying expanding universes, multiple presences
Answering all life as it flows out of our heads
We will always end up wondering
How this is all supposed to work
Frameing pictures of our parents, black kids themselves
Studying items of stranger and being a mess
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
Swapping friends for guests, bets for promises