Future Days, Future Nights

An empty canvas, an empty day, an empty surface
Proceeding by an inch per decade, stealing time
Free from all dexterity, the words just slip away

For future days, for future nights
I guess I'm working to make them bright
For future days, for future nights
I guess I'm burning to make them right

Engage synapses, engage the wit, engage a vision, but
Come see me in my slow motion enterprise
Closing in, insanity, release me from this spell

For future days, for future nights
I guess I'm working to make them bright
For future days, for future nights
I guess I'm burning to make them right

Through the day and through the night
I'm sitting here and trying hard again
Ready for another round

For future days, for future nights
I guess I'm working to make them bright
For future days, for future nights
I guess I'm burning to make them right