(God)

Time stops moving when we stop singing, "I love you till the cows come home"
So we're work, work, working for the man, man, man, nine to five, baby, when in Rome
As if we're the dumb little children with nothing to do
Fifty cent from the dollar, give the rest back to you

So we dream, dream, dream of a big, big love, gigantic, gigantic
Seeing animals and stars above, man, you're such a romantic
I saw that look that you gave him as you passed in the hall
Supposed to feel something, but babe I feel nothing at all

Time will pass and we'll meet in the eternal valley
But until then, I'm done scraping the scent off a lily
You're so influential, but I don't mind since I found God
God
God
God
God
God



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Rodrigue
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link