| Song | Life Moves |
| Artist | Goodtime Boys |
| Album | Rain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I wish I could blame the year that took you from me | |
| Live a life in compartments but time doesn’t agree | |
| Doesn’t ask for directions, not once gets lost on the way | |
| Drive was just a verb to me, just a simple verb to me | |
| This borrowed life, on borrowed time | |
| No joy in treading on you | |
| No love from the strong | |
| No comfort in solitude | |
| No hope in song | |
| Drive was just a verb to me, just a simple verb to me | |
| My destination is out of reach | |
| Blinded by white on paper my pupils dilate | |
| No room for empty voices | |
| No love in hate | |
| No pity left for myself | |
| No time to waste | |
| Drive was just a verb to me but that was yesterday | |
| My words release me and I am free |
| I wish I could blame the year that took you from me | |
| Live a life in compartments but time doesn' t agree | |
| Doesn' t ask for directions, not once gets lost on the way | |
| Drive was just a verb to me, just a simple verb to me | |
| This borrowed life, on borrowed time | |
| No joy in treading on you | |
| No love from the strong | |
| No comfort in solitude | |
| No hope in song | |
| Drive was just a verb to me, just a simple verb to me | |
| My destination is out of reach | |
| Blinded by white on paper my pupils dilate | |
| No room for empty voices | |
| No love in hate | |
| No pity left for myself | |
| No time to waste | |
| Drive was just a verb to me but that was yesterday | |
| My words release me and I am free |
| I wish I could blame the year that took you from me | |
| Live a life in compartments but time doesn' t agree | |
| Doesn' t ask for directions, not once gets lost on the way | |
| Drive was just a verb to me, just a simple verb to me | |
| This borrowed life, on borrowed time | |
| No joy in treading on you | |
| No love from the strong | |
| No comfort in solitude | |
| No hope in song | |
| Drive was just a verb to me, just a simple verb to me | |
| My destination is out of reach | |
| Blinded by white on paper my pupils dilate | |
| No room for empty voices | |
| No love in hate | |
| No pity left for myself | |
| No time to waste | |
| Drive was just a verb to me but that was yesterday | |
| My words release me and I am free |