A little time to liveA few people to loveFloral clocks never stop tickingThey never stop growing But the dog, it keeps on barking in the tubeDespite the bomb in his stomachAnd the girl, she’s still crying in the bus I try to sympathizeBut I don’t mindI don’t really mind I’ve already wasted so much time A little time to shareA few people to leaveFloral clocks never stop tickingThey never stop glowing Left this plastic bag filled with my liver and my lungsBehind a door that’s just been closedDouglas Fir might be working late at nightHope my friend’s very fine As much as II don’t really mindWe’ve already wasted so much time
