Letra de A Future Gone Fishing

too busy not having a life to live slow-motion is silver, silence is gold we don't need a future until we get old inside i'm soft, outside it's cold we odn't need a future until we get old present and past in constant competition forming a reluctant, regressive coalition a mutated ambition in sedated condition making "making my mind up" someone else's decision why rush tomorrow to bloom and unfold we don't need a future until we get old to save me i put my personality on hold we don't need a future until we get old blurred vision, a future gone fishing i live inside an intermission too busy not having a life to have time to live yesterday choke tomorrow when calling all there is, is gravity and the fear of falling