Doing Nothing

The phone does ring, it's always you - you want me to go out
But I can see right from my pillow the sky is full of clouds
The clock is ticking, life is short - I think I'll stay in bed
It's good to hide beneath the blankets when people outside going mad

Tellin' you lies, killing some flies and running out of alibis
For doing nothing, mhmhmhh
I am a fool, floating in a pool of useless, pretty things
And doing nothing, waiting what tomorrow'll bring

When I was young I have been told the world would become better
All new horizons made of gold and always sunny weather
There would be never ending joy and everlasting fun
But, Baby, when I look around me - were have all those flowers gone

Tellin' you lies, killing some flies and running out of alibis
For doing nothing, mhmhmhh
I am a fool, floating in a pool of useless, pretty things
And doing nothing, waiting what tomorrow'll bring
Waiting, waiting what tomorrow'll bring

Why should I swing my feet outside, why should I raise a hand
The cushions are so soft and smooth - It's like the Promised Land
No sense is no where to be found in all this struggle and this strive
And even if I tried this hard... I never would come out of this world alive

Tellin' you lies, killing some flies and running out of alibis
For doing nothing, mhmhmhh
I am a fool, floating in a pool of useless, pretty things
And doing nothing, waiting what tomorrow'll bring



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Writer(s): Andreas Hoth
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