Losing Things
Angelo Fiaretti
How long's it gonna take
Clutched between your hand, God?
I've given all my take
Again, I'm not a saint
How long's it gonna take
The slippin', the cheerin' sound?
I never had to fake the shit I couldn't take
And I take my blessed time
I move on, move on
How long we gonna wait
To give into the old sound?
Put some money in my hand
Make me a whole man
Again, it's not the code
Tearing up the old folks
To consecrate the day
Again, it's not the code
And I take my blessed time
I grow up, I grow out
And I take my blessed time
I move on, I move on
How long we gonna wait?
And I take my blessed time
I grow up, I grow out
And I take my blessed time
I move on, I move on