Untitled Songtext
von P.S. Eliot

Take your name off of the list
Your static presence goes unmissed
But your misery undoubtedly
Would read like fable poetry
Seeping sad existence
And I don′t know but I've been told
That drudgery will make you old
And we′re engineered for servitude
Faith or objective sink subdued
And I am eccentric, looking for you
Looking for you


Your time is my time
Your time is my time
Take a look outside
Your feeble greatness withered dry
I am not that honest, am I?

Stare outside so they can bleed
Endlessly detached from me
If I had known that I would end up like
Your absent husband, my callous wife
I would have wasted all my time
All my time


Your time is my time
Your time is my time
Take a look outside
Your feeble greatness withered dry
I am not that honest, am I?
I am not that honest, am I?
I am not that honest, am I?
I am not that honest, am I?
I am not that honest, am I?
I am not that