Down And Out Of Time - Sixpence None The Richer

I dreamt of something last night in my sleep;

I saw you sitting in a room without me;

You were smiling and you had a tattoo;

I’m me, in a room without you.

I aim my kettle at you ready or not;

You’re gonna feel my pain, like it or not;

You’ve got your debts to pay and you wanna alot

You’re down and out of time.

And there is something I wanted to say:

I bent the rhythm I forgot how to play;

I wanna tell you that I’ve called off the dogs,

'cuz your mystery is not worth any soul.

I wanna tell you that I’ve galled out the dough,

Your mystery is not worth any cell.