Future Starts Slow – The Kills

No longing for the moonlight.
No longing for the sun.
No longer will I curse the bad I’ve done.
If there’s a time when your feelings gone, I wanna feel it.

You can holler, you can wail.
You can blow what’s left of my right mind.
You can swing, you can flail.
You can blow what’s left of my right mind.
(I don’t mind.)