Killing Time - Floater

Red are the hours, tall are the towers

Malice and dour faces are all around me.

All around me

As I choke on holy smoke I get the joke and see we’ve broken down

Watch as you take what’s mine.

I let you take what’s mine

It’s just killing time

Nothing but truth, nothing but love

Smell the fuse and nothing is blown to nothing.

Blown to nothing

Scream at the whore on the floor, «You were born to be more.»

Watch as you take what’s mine.

I let you take what’s mine

It’s just killing time.

Yeah, you know how it is

Oh how I wish we could lay down our arms for a while

God how I wish we could lay down our arms for a while

Just for a while

Red are the hours, tall are the towers

Malice and dour faces are all around me.

All around me

Scream at the whore on the floor, «You were born to be more.»

Watch as you take what’s mine.

I let you take what’s mine

Now it’s killing time