7-8-9 - Kill the Vultures

Time, time, got nothing but time

Nothing but time and a fucked up spine

Nothing but time and a word that don’t rhyme

And a face that don’t blend and a girl that ain’t mine

Night, night, got nothing but night

Nothing but night and an old desk light

Nothing but night and the thought «I just might»

And a head that’s screwed just a little too tight

Smoke, smoke, got nothing but smoke

Nothing but smoke and a knock-knock joke

Nothing but smoke and an officer’s coat

And a letter in the fireplace forgettin' what you wrote

Cash, cash, nothing but cash

Nothing but cash and cigarette ash

Nothing but cash and a girl that walk past

If she’s gonna help me fix the itch I can’t scratch

Books, books, got nothing but books

Nothing but pawns and queens and rooks

Nothing but books and the quotes

From writers who died and snuck me a look

Walls, walls, nothing but walls

Nothing but walls and skin that crawls

Nothing but walls and face, crooks, falls

No weather, no doors, no reason at all

Time, time, got nothing but time

Nothing but time and 7−8-9

Nothing but time and 'No Vacancy' signs

Old friends that don’t call, new friends who don’t mind

Got time, I got nothing but time

Got night, I got nothing but night

Got smoke, I got nothing but smoke

Got cash, I got nothing but cash

Got books, I got nothing but books

Got walls, I got nothing but walls

Got time, I got nothing but time

Got time, I got nothing but time

These dreams of mine

These dreams you can’t have

Time, time, nothing but time

Nothing but time and a makeshift spine

Time, time, nothing but time

Nothing but time and a word that don’t rhyme

Time, time, nothing but time

Nothing but time and 7−8-9

Time, time, nothing but time

Nothing but time, oh yeah

(During Chorus)

These dreams of mine

These dreams you can’t have

Let’s carve our name in oceans

Let’s write words in the sky

Let’s play with your emotions

Let’s see through fourth of July