Front Bottoms (The)
The Winds
Just give me minute; let me breathe
A little bit of air is all I need
A little bit of time to tell more lies
Get the rest of my friends to play alibi
But time is running out, and I need to choose
The clock is moving faster than it used to move
And I keep asking questions
I will never know the answers to
They say that I can leave, just to let them know
But nobody wants to be the first to go
So I’ll just stand around; I can take down names
But every personality’s exactly the same
But time is running out, and I need to choose
The clock is moving faster than it used to move
And I keep asking questions
I won’t ever know the answers to
I got one question that I will never know the answer
Two questions that I will never know the answer
Three questions that I will never know the answer
Four questions, and I will never know the answers
Five questions that I will never know the answer
Six questions that I will never know the answer
Seven questions, and I will never know the answers
Eight questions, and I will never know the answers
Nine questions, and I will never know the answers
Ten questions that I will never know the answers to
From Letras Mania