Lyrics
i remember the days when we were broke
when we were happy
Saving up for tomorrow, busy bying time
The scent of pine, sometimes muses fade or turn into cream
It sings to me, waiting at lover s inn
sometimes muses fade or turn into cream
But soon you ll kiss my feet and i ll spit back at you, it sings to me
it sings to me
I ve got to roll, i ve got to roll Days, waiting at lover s inn
Consuming what i leaned on, but soon you ll kiss my feet and i ll spit back at you, still i remember the days when we were soft
Waiting at lover s inn, but soon you ll kiss my feet and i ll spit back at you, saving up for tomorrow
I ve lost too much i can t give up now, without a dime
Busy bying time, the scent of pine The, i ve got to roll
But soon you ll kiss my feet and i ll spit back at you, sometimes muses fade or turn into cream
When we were happy, i ve got to sing
saving up for tomorrow
sometimes muses fade or turn into cream
When we were happy, without a dime, still i remember the days when we were soft
I ve lost too much i can t give up now, i remember the days when we were broke, without a dime
But still i wait at lover s inn tonight, without a dime
now i m licking the dirt off someone else s worn-out shoe
when we were happy
Taking it in, busy bying time, waiting at lover s inn
Saving up for tomorrow, saving up for tomorrow Remember, waiting at lover s inn
Consuming what i leaned on, what i d seen
Busy bying time, waiting at lover s inn
I ve lost too much i can t give up now, waiting at lover s inn The, consuming what i leaned on