100 Behind
from American Hotel by The Brook Lee Catastrophe
lyrics
Our days they are numbered out one at a time
It's no secret that I live 100 behind
Holed up in the past or some dream that I had in my sleep
Though my legs they will catch up as fast as they can
They cannot control who I hold in my hands
So I letter and song to a drum that's offbeat with my feet
All the things we'll never say boiling up inside of me
Need a place to stretch their legs
Run around if just pretend
Lest their be conceived a doubt
Giving birth to eager mouths
Hold it fast or let it fade
As she slowly walks away
I know what time it is
There's a timing I’m sure for a start and an end
Sometimes we don’t notice sometimes we pretend And busy ourselves with the dishes the dancing the drink
But emptiness speaks and the clock never lies
And you can't hear her voice from 100 behind
Holed up in the past or some dream that you had in your sleep
All the things we'll never say boiling up inside of me
Need a place to stretch their legs
Run around if just pretend
Lest their be conceived a doubt
Giving birth to eager mouths
Hold it fast or let it fade
As she slowly walks away
I know what time it is
Our days they are numbered out one at a time
It's no secret that I live 100 behind
Holed up in the past or some dream that I had in my sleep
Though my legs they will catch up as fast as they can
They cannot control who I hold in my hands
So I letter and song to a drum that's offbeat with my feet
All the things we'll never say boiling up inside of me
Need a place to stretch their legs
Run around if just pretend
Lest their be conceived a doubt
Giving birth to eager mouths
Hold it fast or let it fade
As she slowly walks away
I know what time it is
It's no secret that I live 100 behind
Holed up in the past or some dream that I had in my sleep
Though my legs they will catch up as fast as they can
They cannot control who I hold in my hands
So I letter and song to a drum that's offbeat with my feet
All the things we'll never say boiling up inside of me
Need a place to stretch their legs
Run around if just pretend
Lest their be conceived a doubt
Giving birth to eager mouths
Hold it fast or let it fade
As she slowly walks away
I know what time it is
There's a timing I’m sure for a start and an end
Sometimes we don’t notice sometimes we pretend And busy ourselves with the dishes the dancing the drink
But emptiness speaks and the clock never lies
And you can't hear her voice from 100 behind
Holed up in the past or some dream that you had in your sleep
All the things we'll never say boiling up inside of me
Need a place to stretch their legs
Run around if just pretend
Lest their be conceived a doubt
Giving birth to eager mouths
Hold it fast or let it fade
As she slowly walks away
I know what time it is
Our days they are numbered out one at a time
It's no secret that I live 100 behind
Holed up in the past or some dream that I had in my sleep
Though my legs they will catch up as fast as they can
They cannot control who I hold in my hands
So I letter and song to a drum that's offbeat with my feet
All the things we'll never say boiling up inside of me
Need a place to stretch their legs
Run around if just pretend
Lest their be conceived a doubt
Giving birth to eager mouths
Hold it fast or let it fade
As she slowly walks away
I know what time it is
credits
from American Hotel,
released July 17, 2010
license
all rights reserved
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