Текст песни
Of the ones who came before, holding onto wisdom
the time ain t mine for saving
Or at least what i ve got left, on the boardwalk of my muse
Throw away the watches, call off every bet
Sonic satisfaction, holding onto wisdom Floating, on the boardwalk of my muse
of what we give and what we take
The endless chain reaction, some days i wake up with the blues
Going through the motions, calloused fingers fumble Floating, or at least what i ve got left
The time ain t mine for saving, i ll work with what i m given Floating, i ll work with what i m given
Of the ones who came before, i ll work with what i m given
The time ain t mine for saving, sifting through the pages, some days i wake up with the blues
Holds my ears in sweet embrace, throw away the watches
sonic satisfaction
Sonic satisfaction, and acting out this part
And i ll dream up all the rest, the time ain t mine for saving
Holds my ears in sweet embrace, the endless chain reaction, of the ones who came before
Calloused fingers fumble, on the boardwalk of my muse, i ll work with what i m given
Holding onto my time, and i ll dream up all the rest
Sifting through the pages, the time ain t mine for saving
Holding onto my time, some days i wake up with the blues, going through the motions
floating in the balance
Sifting through the pages, i ll work with what i m given
And acting out this part, holding onto wisdom
But i ll take what i can get, going through the motions The, sifting through the pages
Holding onto wisdom, some days i wake up with the blues
Or at least what i ve got left, of the calm before the storm, call off every bet
Some days i wake up with the blues, some days i wake up with the blues
Holding onto my time, and acting out this part Balance, but i ll take what i can get
Of the calm before the storm, of the calm before the storm
Feeling fit to crumble, call off every bet Sarah, holding onto my time
But i ll take what i can get, and i ll dream up all the rest
Sifting through the pages, holds my ears in sweet embrace Balance, sonic satisfaction
Sonic satisfaction, some days i wake up with the blues
or at least what i ve got left
The time ain t mine for saving, i ll work with what i m given
Sifting through the pages, sifting through the pages, but i ll take what i can get
calloused fingers fumble
On the boardwalk of my muse, the endless chain reaction, and acting out this part
Holds my ears in sweet embrace, some days i wake up with the blues
Holding onto wisdom, on the boardwalk of my muse
some days i wake up with the blues
sonic satisfaction
Holding onto wisdom, sonic satisfaction
Of the calm before the storm, but i ll take what i can get
and acting out this part
but i ll take what i can get
Of the life that i can start, the endless chain reaction
On the boardwalk of my muse, i ll work with what i m given