“If the world was to end tomorrow, I would want to be holding your hand up until the very end. That’s right, I just heard a rumor. And I just want to seal the deal with a gesture. Let’s buy some land on the moon. Where do you think would be good?”
Tomorrow will show up and let itself in Whether or not we welcome it We love to script our days and act it out exactly As for the relevant details Nothing has to actually be true As long as the story is sweet
Ordinary days that leave us satisfied but unfulfilled Which one of us is holding back their love What is it that we have to believe in
We stare from a distance at the dreams we’ve put up We’re conservative romantics And we’re pretentious For us “the present” is only the things we’ve made pretty
“Humanity is facing extinction. We have a secret plan, it involves migration. No objections? It’s unanimous, let’s GO (let go!!)” “As we aim for Mars, make the first strike! We represent the advanced nations. Please give our prototype a try.” More pros than cons apparently A convincing machine-gun chatter Yeah, it’ll warm you up, but wait… What guarantee do we have we won’t get in an accident?
It’s all for our future, but nothing is for certain Who are we each trying to protect What is it that we’re afraid of
Hope has sharp edges And knows how to look after itself Clumsy perfectionists we are The second we lay a hand on it We cause it to crumble And we end up grasping empty air
Even when we know something is important We always mess up when it comes to cherishing that something Pinch and push and struggle in desperation There’s a place we want to live
Can you see us reflected in the present? Can you hug the person you are today? Can you say you won’t have any regrets? We are just trying to love the present
“The present” just wants to start envisioning the future