These Days Songtext
von NEIL FRANCES

I′ve got my eyes on the prize keep them closed
Will I regret the time that
I'm spending comatose
Heaven knows where the day goes

Had to put, in the time, by the book
Gotta play the game, it′s all the same
I'm on the hook, take a look, in the mirror

Running out of time
But I think I'm lazy, these days
These days, I go my pace

Marching through my mind
Hundred trumpet salute, hey
I slept away another day

Days go so slow, oh no
I can′t help but be bored

I can′t help but be bored


Time ain't worth a dime if
I knew where they sold it
In my hand, I can′t hold it
I can cope if empty hope is realized

I keep contemplating
Where's my compensation
Hey let′s take a recess
And I know it's all a joke
Don′t get involved

Running out of time
But I think I'm lazy, these days
These days, I go my pace

Marching through my mind
Hundred trumpet salute, hey
I slept away another day

Days go so slow, oh no, I can't help but be bored
I can′t help but be bored