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