Can't Find the Time - The Chicharones

Can’t find the time, so where’d it go?

What exactly happened in the minutes of to-now?

Woke up an owl, went up and down rollercoasters before i learned how to fly,

gaining momentum creeping on the hills of time

On the hill of times horizons line starts to rise and shine as far away as the

rays that blaze these eyes of mine

It took tanatian razor blades and planes to take the time to get awake to

realize theres to life than what you provide

There isn’t much to say

so excuse don’t come into play

so you won’t stay alone

until your friends start running away

you’re always running

so come on come one

Consider me a kid just putting you on

and every single time i see you it seems like you’re singing the same old,

lame old song

and you say you can’t find the time

but you haven’t got much to do

and you don’t know how to dance,

and those books that you got to read,

and you haven’t learn that life is hard,

but you probably get the drift,

and do you see anything left to do?

come on, we haven’t got all day,

You say you can’t find the time

And if you don’t mean, then don’t say it

even if you disguise it, you can’t help betray it,

if you love it, then you leave it alone,

and if you hate it, you enslave it and make it your own

its a dagger in the heart you find a scrape at the bone

automated heartache attach sleeping pill to

right through the night, and sleep deep,

despite the creeping feeling i’ve end up with nothing to write

But you say you haven’t got the time

and the years, they slip away

you don’t know where they go

and it seems like yesterday

and your hair, it starts to grey

and your memories start to fade

and you don’t know where they go

and you can’t remember yesterday

and you say you can’t find the time

but you haven’t got much to do

and you don’t know how to dance,

and those books that you got to read,

and you haven’t learn that life is hard,

but you probably get the drift,

and do you see anything left to do?

come on, we haven’t got all day,

You say you can’t find the time

And you don’t know anything

how you got your fingerprints all over everything

its at my fingertips

but I have to finish this

when i ask you «what is this that we holding on to as myth» when I’m closing a

casket,

what color is your grief?

is a blackened soul you hide that’s underneath your

skin the consequence of common sense coming crashing in

life gets busy and lately it seems i’m neglecting the things most important to

me

just trying to eat, not trying to get caught up in the drama by keeping my

karma good, my karma stays sharp, master the art of smooth talking,

and beat rocking, and gots to keep hopping, not topping the pop charts,

but its not sloppy, and i heard a change in these carbon copies,

and i’m a nerve away from a whole bottle of rotten

and you say you can’t find the time

but you haven’t got much to do

and you don’t know how to dance,

and those books that you got to read,

and you haven’t learn that life is hard,

but you probably get the drift,

and do you see anything left to do?

come on, we haven’t got all day,

and you say you can’t find the time

but you haven’t got much to do

and you don’t know how to dance,

and those books that you got to read,

and you haven’t learn that life is hard,

but you probably get the drift,

and do you see anything left to do?

come on, we haven’t got all day,

You say you can’t find the time