Artist: The Ugly Club
Album: You Belong To The Minutes
You're sorta stuck where you’re standing are ya?
You added up and couldn’t let it go.
You counted money, told your friends you're running.
It's such a mystery trying to be a man
You gotta leave but where oh I don't know.
Oh and suddenly a rain is falling
Some words can start to dig a tunnel
Kept under them they hardly ever know.
But if you ever really needed something
Well I could help you on.
Ah, Here she left it like a painting
No words could say just what you’re thinking
Don’t know just how you feel
But I’m here.
|1||David Foster Wallace|
|2||Wasted On You|
|3||Under the Great Wave|
|6||Let's Sleep Around|
|8||Last Evenings (Floating)|
|10||How Many Summers Do We Have Left?|
|11||You Belong To The Minutes|
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|The Ugly Club - You Belong To The Minutes Album Lyrics|
|1.||David Foster Wallace|
|2.||Wasted On You|
|3.||Under the Great Wave|
|6.||Let's Sleep Around|
|8.||Last Evenings (Floating)|
|10.||How Many Summers Do We Have Left?|
|11.||You Belong To The Minutes|
|1||How Many Summers Do We Have Left?|
|3||Last Evenings (Floating)|
|5||Let's Sleep Around|