The Curve

Who can find the time
with so much on the plates we're spinning?
Swamped up to the eyes.
Time is money, both are running out.
Snowed under the curve.
Sitting on two chairs.
Not a second's rest.
Don't hold your breath.

Watch the clock lick its lips,
Are you playing for time?
The world will keep on turning,
so take your irons from the fire.
Watch those hands as they twitch.
Save nine and make a stitch.

Hectic rushing round.
Biting more than you can chew.
Tied up and burnt out.
Time is money, both are running
low on energy.
Can't borrow, beg or steal
a minute in the day.
Someone press the breaks.

Watch the clock lick its lips,
Are you playing for time?
The world will keep on turning,
so take your irons from the fire.
Watch those hands as they twitch.
Save nine and make a stitch.



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar James Leland Lyons, Manuel Ruzza, Benjamin Sanchez Watson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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