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Talking to the kitchen wall |
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Waiting for the evening call |
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Will I get the break |
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Or will they fail to see what i |
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Have got in great supply? |
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I might be moving far away |
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On some wet and rainy day |
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Have to make a choice |
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Stick with my anxiety |
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Or join society |
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We need to time to wait |
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And leave it all a little late |
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And find ourselves and make a mark |
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on them |
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But when? |
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And now the world keeps spinning round |
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Your chance has gone |
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Your chips are down |
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And time just has a knack of ticking |
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On and on |
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I need one more chance to do |
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All the things I promised you |
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On that drunken night |
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When you took me by the throat |
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And you began to quote |
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We need time to wait |
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To reminisce and recreate |
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Our old mistakes before we have to grow |
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But you would like to paint the town |
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And someone burned our playground down |
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And time just has a knack of ticking |
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On and on |
