Time Flies Tomorrow — текст песни (Paul Westerberg)

Time flies tomorrow

But it aint made a move yet

Time flies tomorrow

And tomorrow will make a day since weve met



Your heart sings a feeling

It dont ache but baby its gonna

Swing from the ceiling

Break like a pinata

Break like a whitecap

In the sand you shiver

With eyes like two hubcaps

At the bottom of the river



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Your hands are like an ovation

An uncertain work of art

I sometimes grow impatient

Gonna tear me apart

Aint no time for crying

As you stand and deliver

All my thoughts of dying

Are silenced by your river



Time flies tomorrow

And time flies since we met

Time flies tomorrow (and tomorrow isnt here)

Yeah, time flies since we met