Killing Time Lyrics

Honour Roots Killing Time

I worship digits
Idle hands, they don't sign a language I can understand
They've got their own rules
Cogs turn but I doubt that they'll ever come round and reveal their plans

One eye on my watch so I can keep time but I miss so much with my wrist held high
Wearing my fears on a sleeve and I'll never be proud of the fact that I made them

On and on to nowhere we go, going nowhere fast
I got alot of time here but I'm still moving on
And it goes on

Maybe that belief travels over space and time
Maybe it means nothing
But if there's something going on I'll be the first to find it
Gotta move on
Gotta loosen up, prove I'm not strong
Breathing a sigh of relief I can finally say that I am proud I have made it

On and on to nowhere we go, going nowhere fast
I got alot of time here but I'm still moving on
And it goes on