Love hearts on an old stone building Have no relevance now And sherry bottles in a bus-stop litter bin Remind me of you somehow And you look so young
Don't get so distressed If the good life won't arrive You've been reading S.O.S. When it's just your clock reading 5:05 And why are you so possessed
We could be away from here By ten o'clock tonight Pennies won't get us to heaven, I know But a borrowed car just might Look through my wallet There's
Nobody's perfect and that's something that I'm sure she'll know 'Cause trying to tell her lies from the truth at times Is like trying to divide ice from
You sent greetings from Liverpool And I took the next train Passed by people putting flowers on graves And we got delayed When I arrived, you had vanished
to see They see the path of our lives The heart is there to feel It feels the energy of all time I can see it I can feel it This is my waking hour
this sad time weighs his run. In every waking hour In any kind of golden light In every moment of conception In every hour you try to feel always lies
Translation: Sieges Even. The Waking Hours.
Translation: The Gathering. Waking Hours.
Translation: Idle Hands soundtrack. Mama Said Knock You Out [the Waking Hours].
(Currie, Harvie, Slaven) Lovehearts on an old stone building Have no relevance now Sherry bottles in a bus-stop litter bin Remind me of you somehow
(Currie, Harvie, Slaven) It seems like weeks since you looked at me baby without that look of distaste I don't know why your feelings are changing
(Currie, Harvie) A struck match faded like a nervous laugh Beyond the halo of a naked bulb Your low voice mingles with your other half's; Schoolfriends
(Currie) Post office clerks put up signs saying position closed And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats Janitors padlock the
(Currie) Everybody in the funhouse Says they want out But we're taking our time 'Cos we're in love with time Whole generations thinking of themselves
(Currie) Don't get so distressed If the good life won't arrive You've been reading S.O.S. When it's just your clock reading 5:05 And why are you
(Currie) Nobody's perfect, and that's something that I'm sure she'll know 'Cos trying to tell her lies from the truth at times Is like trying to
