Billboard

We picked up where we set off On the right course, heading skyward Why do you say it’s only love When you’re no more, than a dark horse We’re going down here We’re losing time I’ve got no wings to fly Another blank year of wasted light I’ve got the will to try When you count up all your pieces And there’s nothing left to hold You’re too caught up in the future To see that everybody goes Talk me round or cut me off You made the right height At the wrong side Take anything that you want And hang your big score On a billboard We’re going down here We’re losing time I’ve got no wings to fly Another blank year of wasted light I’ve got the will to try When you count up all your pieces And there’s nothing left to hold You’re too caught up in the future To see that everybody goes