Worn Out Streets lyrics

Life, has never been quite right Has never seemed fine Always so tired Because tonight, I'm feeling so fired up Have no sense of time But still no time to wonder What about, what about What about my life Dreams are making me nervous As I stand looking to this confusion Every corner and every movement, is an illusion As I just can't breathe no more So I say to you, our time is on our minds So I say to you, our time is on our minds Sitting on the bench of this park, thinking about you Crossing the worn out streets, looking for you God of mine, God of mine God of mine, who am I Dreams are making me nervous As I stand looking to this confusion Every corner and every movement, is an illusion As I just can't breathe no more So I say to you, our time is on our minds So I say to you, our time is on our minds So I say to you, our time is on our minds So I say to you, our time is on our minds