Future starts slow...

Tonight we're washing out the blood
Tonight tonight tonight.

I've tried to give you what you want
What is it what you want?

Days spent with not a word to say
A routine, red light.

So jump, or sit and burn alive
We'd rather burn than fly?

But I aint gonna be here too long, too long
No I aint gonna be here too long, too long
No I aint gonna be here too long, too long

We've become so good at fooling all
So good, we often fool ourselves.

We think twice and always turn around
A comfortable frown.

So jump but sit and burn alive
No wrong, no right.

And I aint gonna be here too long, too long
No I aint gonna be here too long, too long
No I aint gonna be here too long, too long
No I aint gonna be here too long too long.

Low Roar "Tonight, tonight, tonight"