Expectation Blues

If I could see with everyone
Every moment expects no claim
If I could see with everyone
Oh maybe then, maybe then my expectations
Would no longer lay a number on my name, not on my name

If the fruits of every generation
Become the soon forgotten future
The fruits of every generation
Then I'll carry out my suitcase
And I'll show my heart to the all almighty doctor
Yes I'll show my heart to the all, the almighty doctor

If you're mournful for your prison
And will not unlock your heart
If you're mournful for your prison
Oh then you know, yes you know
Your expectations have taken over
And put an end to your future start, to your future start