Falling Out With The Future

I’ve lived without love
I’ve lived with affection
I need no one to tell me — I’m physically bored
If I had a choice, the Troys of tomorrow
Would bring you such pleasures, you could not ignore
Falling out with the future
If I had the nerve
I’ve lived with the saints
I’ve lived with the saviors
It’s enough of these cheap thrills
Can keep you confused
Falling out with the future
In retro-space
(Fall out, future in my memory)
The Nineties find a solid fever pitch
Put on a dress and proclaim, «Life's a bitch»
I’m not convinced you’re ever gonna change
Count to 10, it’s all been very strange
So very strange
Falling out with the future
Falling out with the future, in retro-space
Falling out with the future…