| Song | Take Back The Instant |
| Artist | General Elektriks |
| Album | Good City for Dreamers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Take back the instant when you brushed him off your shirt | |
| You tried to drag him to the trash | |
| You tried to trade him in for cash | |
| Take back the instant when you blew him off your path | |
| With a kiss reading 20 below zero | |
| Tomorrow is a no-go, a no-go | |
| Cold, cold moment when the first doubt shot through your head | |
| A black ink drip running through your veins | |
| Pregnant second dripping through the hour-glass | |
| When the lure of men who would be kings | |
| Made you lose the man who was wearing you ring | |
| He didn’t match your luscious thoughts tonight | |
| You couldn’t look him in the eye | |
| Awkward is the embrace when it’s not tight, not tight | |
| And so the jewel you once both had is left crumpled like a collapsed lung | |
| When all you had to do was hang out in the sun, hang out in the sun | |
| Sir, you feel so dignified, your watch is very ornate | |
| But you were just born in the right place | |
| Just born in the right race | |
| You’re climbing Mount Everest now, granting wishes from above | |
| Favors are yours to give, lies are yours to live | |
| Take Back The Instants that lead you to believe | |
| That the earth shakes ‘cuz you’re not happy | |
| That the sun rises ‘cuz you’re not sleepy | |
| You got the loudest parade in town | |
| Clowns, assassins and crooks | |
| You got ladies in see-through gowns | |
| Reading extracts from your books | |
| Beggars are trailing at the back | |
| Waving from the cardboard float | |
| You’re thinking that from up close | |
| Statistics can be such a drag | |
| Your cup is full now, blood is the color of this wine | |
| And it’s dripping from the ceiling, and it’s making the chandeliers ring | |
| And the instant the ballroom overflows | |
| Your thrones turn into your gallows |
| Take back the instant when you brushed him off your shirt | |
| You tried to drag him to the trash | |
| You tried to trade him in for cash | |
| Take back the instant when you blew him off your path | |
| With a kiss reading 20 below zero | |
| Tomorrow is a nogo, a nogo | |
| Cold, cold moment when the first doubt shot through your head | |
| A black ink drip running through your veins | |
| Pregnant second dripping through the hourglass | |
| When the lure of men who would be kings | |
| Made you lose the man who was wearing you ring | |
| He didn' t match your luscious thoughts tonight | |
| You couldn' t look him in the eye | |
| Awkward is the embrace when it' s not tight, not tight | |
| And so the jewel you once both had is left crumpled like a collapsed lung | |
| When all you had to do was hang out in the sun, hang out in the sun | |
| Sir, you feel so dignified, your watch is very ornate | |
| But you were just born in the right place | |
| Just born in the right race | |
| You' re climbing Mount Everest now, granting wishes from above | |
| Favors are yours to give, lies are yours to live | |
| Take Back The Instants that lead you to believe | |
| That the earth shakes ' cuz you' re not happy | |
| That the sun rises ' cuz you' re not sleepy | |
| You got the loudest parade in town | |
| Clowns, assassins and crooks | |
| You got ladies in seethrough gowns | |
| Reading extracts from your books | |
| Beggars are trailing at the back | |
| Waving from the cardboard float | |
| You' re thinking that from up close | |
| Statistics can be such a drag | |
| Your cup is full now, blood is the color of this wine | |
| And it' s dripping from the ceiling, and it' s making the chandeliers ring | |
| And the instant the ballroom overflows | |
| Your thrones turn into your gallows |
| Take back the instant when you brushed him off your shirt | |
| You tried to drag him to the trash | |
| You tried to trade him in for cash | |
| Take back the instant when you blew him off your path | |
| With a kiss reading 20 below zero | |
| Tomorrow is a nogo, a nogo | |
| Cold, cold moment when the first doubt shot through your head | |
| A black ink drip running through your veins | |
| Pregnant second dripping through the hourglass | |
| When the lure of men who would be kings | |
| Made you lose the man who was wearing you ring | |
| He didn' t match your luscious thoughts tonight | |
| You couldn' t look him in the eye | |
| Awkward is the embrace when it' s not tight, not tight | |
| And so the jewel you once both had is left crumpled like a collapsed lung | |
| When all you had to do was hang out in the sun, hang out in the sun | |
| Sir, you feel so dignified, your watch is very ornate | |
| But you were just born in the right place | |
| Just born in the right race | |
| You' re climbing Mount Everest now, granting wishes from above | |
| Favors are yours to give, lies are yours to live | |
| Take Back The Instants that lead you to believe | |
| That the earth shakes ' cuz you' re not happy | |
| That the sun rises ' cuz you' re not sleepy | |
| You got the loudest parade in town | |
| Clowns, assassins and crooks | |
| You got ladies in seethrough gowns | |
| Reading extracts from your books | |
| Beggars are trailing at the back | |
| Waving from the cardboard float | |
| You' re thinking that from up close | |
| Statistics can be such a drag | |
| Your cup is full now, blood is the color of this wine | |
| And it' s dripping from the ceiling, and it' s making the chandeliers ring | |
| And the instant the ballroom overflows | |
| Your thrones turn into your gallows |