Five Years Songtext
von Short Ideas

I spend the whole day in my bed
Waiting for something to happen
I seek for items of concern
But the whole time
I feel the same

But maybe you would come and see me
There in my bed
And we could do something together
Like playing chess
or something else


I tried to call but you didn′t answer
Is someone home, is someone home?
I guess you're still in bed
In your dressing gown
Can you pick up the phone?

I′m feeling myself inside and out
I hear the peacock on the grass
I'm bored as hell and I feel stupid
To watch one's jelly jiggling

But maybe one day I′m done with all those
nasty times at home
I′ll step out of my room
And meet a dude who'll do me good


There is no reason living like there′s no tomorrow
In five years maybe we'll be done
But it′s only maybe
Only maybe
I hear the big clock ticking and it's still the same
It goes one, two, three, four,
then five