The Kills - The Future starts slow

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)