Lyrics

Just trying to kill some time
Until I?m feeling like myself
I?m just trying to make the days go by
But I have noticed no improvement
In my outlook or my health
I have wounded time
But it will not die

So won?t you play me the chorus of
A sentimental tune
With a tempo that?s as lazy as
A Sunday afternoon
I?ll pretend that there is meaning hidden
In-between the rhyme
And we?ll act as if this sort of thing
Happens all the time

My eye?s are open wide
But I?m never really sure
Exactly what is going on
Though I always know the winner
I never know the score
And the only one that I could ask is gone

So won?t you play me the chorus of
A sentimental tune
With a tempo that?s as lazy as
A Sunday afternoon
I?ll pretend that there is meaning hidden
In-between the rhyme
And we?ll act as if this sort of thing
Happens all the time

I?ve walked a straight line
And I?ve stumbled blindly
Now I?m standing still
And I am looking behind me
But the only thing I see
Are these eyes looking back at me
And I don?t much like the look of it at all

So won?t you play me the chorus of
A sentimental tune
With a tempo that?s as lazy as
A Sunday afternoon
I?ll pretend that there is meaning hidden
In-between the rhyme
And we?ll act as if this sort of thing
Happens all the time
Yes, well act as if this sort of thing
Happens all the time