The Future - San Holo, James Vincent McMorrow

I think too much

I wish the night would come

Stand there and watch

Wait till the end of longing

While everyone else

Everyone holds their lives close

I think too much

When I think about the future

I think too much (I think too much)

When I think about the future

I think too much (I think too much)

When I think about the future

I think too much (I think too much)

When I think about the future

I think too much (I think too much)

When I think about your future

The future

The future

The future

Settle a bet

Who is the fastest talker

That you’ve ever met

Me or that vacant love

Who unlocked your door

And led to a shady palm grove

I think too much

When I think about your future

I think too much (I think too much)

When I think about the future

I think too much (I think too much)

When I think about the future

I think too much (I think too much)

When I think about the future

I think too much (I think too much)

When I think about your future

The future

The future

The future

So call me up

We go out

Realize

Not what you thought

Sick of luck

Sick of trying

Remind myself

When I was

Old enough

To let you down (let you down)

Run my mouth

Right through your lungs

I think too much

When I think about your future

When I think about your future

When I think about your future

The future

The future

The future

The future