All the Time You Got Songtext
von French Films

They we′re praying for a judgement day
I was waiting for another way
But the footsteps, they're so easy to spot
In the sand there
And you walked by

Found yourself on the big league road
And around you the heavy cigar smoke
Became alive and whispered in your ear
Take n′ take down
And you'll do fine

But all the time you got
Will it be enough to
Find a bed of clouds
On a sunny day and
Float around the land
Like you're eight again
Head high with open eyes


And they locked up the restless riot
For crossing the sacred line
Oh the terror in those dancing shoes
Make′em sick of fear
They might like it too

Made you wonder for a second there
If you wanted to be someone else
But the weight you pull down on your folk
Will surely
Crush your doubts too

But all the time you got
Will it be enough to
Find a bed of clouds
On a sunny day and
Float around the land
Like you′re eight again
Head high with open eyes

And all the time you got
Will it be enough to
Find a bed of clouds
On a sunny day and
Float around the land
Like you're eight again
Head high with open eyes