Lost brains are looking for empty heads.
Street lyrics are looking for normal songs.
Verses spoilt like the way two avenues cross.
Smarmy phrases that seem special.
This famous quote is looking for a silent mouth.
Blind people who are looking for a house with windows.
Creche dolls that are drunk as skunks.
Princesses that always turn back into frogs.
How poorly divided is the world
since the first January ever,
because this game lasts only a second
and whoever scores first wins.
We don't want to change our ways
with our feet beneath the ground
and if things get twisted,
well, we pick ourselves up and leave for town.
And we're left with the desire,
put the seal on my hand 'cause I'm coming back tomorrow,
I'm coming back early tomorrow.
'Cause any day is a weekend
just like during summer holidays;
me wearing corduroy trousers in this hot wind.
Cautious minds for those utter idiots
who follow the rules like good neighbours.
Words that get stuck under the effects of wine.
Ill-swore vows that mark your fate.
My junky neighbour has a gambling father.
He doesn't want to realise he's always out of money,
and he's always being played for a fool.
How poorly divided is the world
since the first January ever,
because this game lasts only a second
and whoever scores first wins.
We don't want to change our ways
with our feet beneath the ground
and if things get twisted,
well, we pick ourselves up and leave for town.
And we're left with the desire,
put the seal on my hand 'cause I'm coming back tomorrow,
I'm coming back early tomorrow.
'Cause any day is a weekend
just like during summer holidays;
me wearing corduroy trousers in this hot wind.
Time!
Time, what we're lacking is time.
I'm telling it to you with a storyline.
Time is what we're lacking.
What we never have tons of
is always time.
Time, what we're lacking is time.
I'm telling it to you with no vows.
Time is what we're lacking.
What we never have tons of
is always time.
Is always time.