sábado, fevereiro 16, 2008

Time

the clouds are having a convention
i’m sick and tired of making rain
i’m wondering when i’m goon’ see the sun
oh, but you and i, we don’t complain

‘cause, we’ve got
we’ve got
we’ve got time

i don’t won’ a leave you, baby
just to show up on time for my baster
i can hear him yelling right now
“why are you so late?”
and i don’t care what it caused

form my pants from your laughter
honey, my sweater is from your smile
ain’t no blouse that can stop me now
the way i’m dressed
i can walk a hundred miles

we’ve got
we’ve got time