Letra da Música: Minutes Are Hours - Don King Lives In My Backyard

Break off my nails,
to all the notes,
and throw the broken pieces in your face,
I try to hard to sleep,
these thoughts keep falling out of my head,
by the end of this dream there'll be nothing left behind (nothing left beeeeeeehind)

it's almost ten o'clock,
and now we're past the usual waste of tears,
the usual waste of tears,
extinguishing our flame,

you took to long,
to see my now,
a bruise from where you put put me up and put me down,
this one breaks it all,
it doesn't seem to fit like all the rest,

it's almost ten o'clock,
and now we're past the usual waste of tears,
the usual waste of tears,
extinguishing our flame

you took to long,
to see my now,
you took to long ,
to watch me now,

yeah!,
it's almost ten o'clock,
and now we're past the usual waste of tears,
the usual waste of tears,
extinguishing our flame