Chosen from the gun, I can hear you from the sun, I want something new,
Feeling short of breathe, and the tingling of death, can rewire you.
Rhythm of the heart, you will feel it from the cars, as theyre rolling by
Waiting at your bridge, it will whisper secret words from another life…
(Cuz) theres no time for anger, theres no time, for love, we get by like
Martians, who never get enough,
Never get enough,
And its cooler by the weekend, but then rougher by the end, theres no time
For anger, so get by--- my
Friend…
Reaching for the bed, I would hear you in my head, I want something new,
There is solace in the shade, when the memories all fade, and the scent is
True..
When I hear your name, I will never be the same, I will be aloof,
Lifting from the dead, I will always see(k) again, what I wish I could…
Cuz theres no time for anger, theres no time, for love, we get by like
Martians, who never get enough,
Never get enough,
And its cooler by the weekend, but then rougher by the end, theres no time
For anger, so get by--- my
Friend…