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