What will you do when the time comes?
Will you put your money where your mouth is?
Or your mouth where your money is?
Or your mouth where your money is?

For the love of god, or for the love of art
I don’t wanna sell my soul
I don’t wanna break your heart

You shouldn’t tell me things
Driving broken cars, dropping phone calls
You shouldn’t tell me things
Dropping phone calls, skipping cd’s

Well we need to talk
Chris said he likes you but it’s timing
It’s always timing
We need to talk
And tell Chris it’s not timing if it’s hiding