You might be the futureOr you might not beThe present is keeping me from that premonitionBut you feel warm to meLike summer nights and lightning bugs You feel homeyLike imprints in couches and jeans that let me slouchYou feel like the futureHazy yet silhouettedI want to trust what I feelTo see more than shapes dance in the distanceBut I’ve had the mirage turn on me beforeMaybe I just want you to look like the future- Victoria Angelique