I've got my hands tied behind my back,
You know doing what I wanna do has become so hard.
As time goes by, I've less and less time to do what I wanna do,
And how time flies when you're having a good time,
having a good time.
You and I know that all the things we do will crumble into dust,
In thin air they'll disappear, yeah time moves on and it waits for no one.
I just can't find enough time for myself.
It's just our luck to get so lucky,
We never have to grow up,
But this time's mine
and I won't waste time saying things are fucked up.
1 | Give |
2 | No Face |
3 | Islands |
4 | Someone |
5 | High Anxiety |
6 | War Profiteering Is Killing Us All |
7 | Permanent Holiday |
8 | Insecurities |
9 | Your Silence |
10 | Keep It A Crime |