Paroles de Temp Job

Dreaming And the notes start to ring It's so pure there Your small hands on the strings Change a line, change a word Write it down You're not on your own It's a rush now But your numbers have grown Sit this out, give them more Figure out what you're here for Every time I hear it only makes me want it more How did you always seem to get your foot on that door Tired of believing when you tell me it's there I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head Now you're so understood It's a temp job But the hours are good Make some friends, loose some more Then forget what you're here for Every time I hear it only makes me want it more How did you always seem to get your foot on that door Tired of believing when you tell me it's there I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head And the world turns fast of you I ?? to it's over Will you return Will you slowed away flying faster and faster Learning bright forever Every time I hear it only makes me want it more How did you always seem to get your foot on that door Tired of believing when you tell me it's there I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head Every time I hear it only makes me want it more How did you always seem to get your foot on that door Tired of believing when you tell me it's there I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head I feel it from my feet onto the top of my head