When you talk to me
It sounds like a mountain town
But you're not around
When you smile at me
I stammer and look up and down
And I hear you frown
Because time can't be wasted
In a conceit like ours
And the mystique of aging
Has been warned
When the mountains die
And the trees are all dead and gone
It don't take long
When the trumpets lie
And nothing worth playing is found
What an awful sound
Because time can't be wasted
In a conceit like ours
And the mystique of aging
Has been warned
When you touch me
I shiver 'til you leave the room
No longer next to you
Because time can't be wasted
In a conceit like ours
And the mystique of aging
Has been warned
Bromantelope - Time Can't Be Wasted Lyrics
Bromantelope - Time Can't Be Wasted Lyrics
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When you talk to me
It sounds like a mountain town
But you're not around
When you smile at me
I stammer and look up and down
And I hear you frown
Because time can't be wasted
In a conceit like ours
And the mystique of aging
Has been warned
When the mountains die
And the trees are all dead and gone
It don't take long
When the trumpets lie
And nothing worth playing is found
What an awful sound
Because time can't be wasted
In a conceit like ours
And the mystique of aging
Has been warned
When you touch me
I shiver 'til you leave the room
No longer next to you
Because time can't be wasted
In a conceit like ours
And the mystique of aging
Has been warned
It sounds like a mountain town
But you're not around
When you smile at me
I stammer and look up and down
And I hear you frown
Because time can't be wasted
In a conceit like ours
And the mystique of aging
Has been warned
When the mountains die
And the trees are all dead and gone
It don't take long
When the trumpets lie
And nothing worth playing is found
What an awful sound
Because time can't be wasted
In a conceit like ours
And the mystique of aging
Has been warned
When you touch me
I shiver 'til you leave the room
No longer next to you
Because time can't be wasted
In a conceit like ours
And the mystique of aging
Has been warned
Writer: Caleb Wohlust
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