Tiny Desk - The Slow Cancellation of the Future Lyrics

When the future is haunted by ghosts
Complicating time as we know
And all beyond is void
It goes, it goes, oh it goes
Tragic layers, forgotten affairs
Stale, undyingly restless
Captivated by nostalgic air
It goes, it goes, oh it goes

Isolated in a world in distress
Pixelated cultivation of loneliness
As if we are leaving the earth for good
As if we could
We are really gonna do the same again

Dilated pupils that glance
At a melting picture which we regard
As the semblance of who we are
And everything we are about
And everything that we could be
And everything that we have been
And every possibility
It goes, it goes, oh it goes