Teksty: Michael Penn. Free Time.

I won't ever get used to this
A blank spot temptations do resist
The other shoe will drop
Just an aftershock

Nice hat, you look like a referee
Nice watch, but why are you timing me?
Its spring has come unwound
I was not out of bounds

This is not out, I drew that line
When I was handed free time

Bells clang, I guess, it's a holiday

Did that rhyme? Shit, I'm a poet now
So give me stuff for free and if I do somehow
Into the soft whites of beautiful lies
Stare down, stare, I don't apologize

I've never been the kind to close an open mind
So leave behind all that extra free time

Picked a lock and hopped some fences
That won't do
Burning these is equal to a bad example
Finding out is equal to a Roman candle

If I'm pale, it doesn't mean something's wrong
If I'm blue, I just held my breath too long

So if you wouldn't mind just do the deal and I'll be real sublime
When I get all your free time