Smokey days show sunny rays of empty nothingness
and filter through the hollow noise of shaky happiness
shimmering off our youth, before the shackles of success
And beneath it all a plaintive cry of loneliness

And we were drinking tea
like it was holy wine
at the end of the day
we were just
killing time
killing time

Computer games and dirty names for thoughts of unworthiness
muffled by the damp wall at a time of perfect bliss
There’s no time to cry now if you’re happy to digress
And believe it all a trick of light and fogginess

And we were drinking tea
like it was holy wine
at the end of the day you say
we were just killing time
We were just killing time

Euphoric states from empty slates recall much of this
as the words we spoke were often more a hit than a miss
and the peace I found in your arms was especially sublime
So let’s not say after this it was killing time

And we were drinking tea
like it was holy wine
You looked at me
I said it was a sign
You turned away
I took your hand in mine
but the end of the day
we were just killing time
killing time