Letras:
Rocking Chairs Time Is Running Out

alona again... Time is running out There's so little to believe in Time is running out Justice is a lost, forgotten word Time is running out Make your move before it's too late 'Cause time

stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream Yeah, yeah mama, this surely is a dream Dig it, yeah mama, this surely is... ["Closing Time" by Semisonic] Closing time

The track is knocking, the Bentley's rocking Overdose I'm suppose to roast 'em With every bar I'm dropping Every time I drop they copping Every single line I lay is

got the front door can?t always have the rocking chair Pig Pen?s got that back door closed just told me on the air Just checked out the westbound and

don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write

is no sadness There is no bliss It is a forgotten memory A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking There, in the spine of the dictionary

show you about the house of Amon Ooh it is time for tea, ooh it's time again Even Your mother is present We made her sleep in my rocking chair At first

suspicious Running through glenwood pj's as a young buck I didn't dance that fresh I burnt ants to death. Taste me you will see more is all you need

chair Who's that casting devious stares in my direction Mama, this surely is a dream Yeah, yeah mama, this surely is a dream Dig it, yeah mama, this surely is Closing time