Paroles de 'Spare Time' par The Classic Crime

You clutch the cross around your neck
And hope to God there's still time left
You turn back down the path to find your way (to find your way)
But in the dusty summer breeze
Of this ghost town you hear the sea
Its salted crashing melody still haunts you to this day

And it says: Where were you when I
Called you to be wild?
And now your ship's set sail
And you're stuck in a prison

If you are trying to dance alone in this life
Then do it right
But if you're dying to live somewhere on the other side
There's no such thing as spare time

You bought all your philosophies
And carved out your philanthropy
It didn't take you much to do your part
But you closed off opportunity
With narrow cold hypocrisy
And in the end you traded petty comforts for your heart

But all your ornaments
And trinkets cannot mend
The broken heart you've hid
And all the things you did

If you are trying to dance alone in this life
Then do it right
But if you're dying to live somewhere on the other side
There's no spare time
The higher you climb, the farther you might fall behind
Yeah, it's a fight
But you might never get to see the sunrise
There's no such thing as spare time

If legalism saves
Then I guess that we're all dead
But I, for one, am not stopping
In my grave I'll rest my head
I'll rest my head
I'll rest my head
I'll rest my head
I'll rest my head

If you are trying to dance alone in this life
Then do it right
But if you are dying to live somewhere on the other side
There's no spare time
The higher you climb, the farther you might fall behind
Yeah, it's a fight
But you may never wake to see the sunrise
There's no such thing as spare time