A Waste Of Time - Marianne Faithfull

Another waste of time

Another sort of step along the way

A waste of time

A waste but an interest in delay

Was it all of a waste

Or was it fun

People fly far away

A waste of time

Almost not too clear a lesson not to play

Exercise perhaps in sensual decay

Hard to love and to see how the land lay

How to love, what to say

Gliding across thin ice

With nothing left to say

Gliding across thin ice

With nothing left to say

Gliding across thin ice

With nothing, nothing left to say

A waste of time

At least some company along the way

Great visions

Perhaps too fast too bright but anyway

And I’ll be what you be

You wanna say

You think you wanna say

Gliding across thin ice

With nothing left to say

Gliding across thin ice

With nothing left to say

Gliding across thin ice

With nothing, nothing left to say

How to love and to see how the land lay

How to laugh, what to say

Gliding across thin ice

With nothing left to say

Gliding across thin ice

With nothing left to say

Gliding across thin ice

With nothing, nothing left to say