Текст песни Wasting Time - Kremer

Listen up, I'll tell a story
One told from fame and glory
But a peculiar unrest of the mind

Shouted out a singing box
Listing around the tickery-tock
Pulling out their souls for a dime

Oh, what a mean trick to play!
To pluck our hairs and to waggle and sway
Our heads around

What a frivolous thing called life
Once you've take the bite
The taste can grow stale in your mouth

Until now
When there's spring on your windowsill
And you sit
Voices that cry lie awhile
Isn't it nice to just waste time?
For a while...

Gotta work
Gotta eat
Gotta sleep
Gotta watch football at 8

Gotta wait
Gotta hold
Gotta squeeze
Until the next commercial break
Never question this chain on my leg

But I can pull for relief
All wounds will heal
But the scars will always remain
Like when I was nine
And running around all time

Gotta know what you wanna do
Ten years from now
You've gotta prepare
If you're ever gonna be happy somehow

None of this is helping the cloggy gears and silent eyes
You find
Nor mine
Nor mine