Phantom Limbs - Minutes Collector lyrics

Minutes collector take your notes Now we're all caught up in this new idea We're using it to measure and it measures us Pound your head It's obvious handkerchiefs are overflown at this point And matches are wet in our soaking pockets Nothing to light anyway Pound your head to see the light It happened on its own I refuse to atone We're all victims of the gift Looking for omens and signs