Woorden: Foo Fighters. Wasting Light. A Matter Of Time.

Let's change the subject to someone else
You know lately I've been subject to change
Normally I reel in the strange
Hangover, I'm older

You're one to talk, the heart is a clock
Just like a bomb it keeps on ticking away
Counting down to detonate
You will need
An army
To summon me

It doesn't matter much to me
If it doesn't matter much to you (ooh)
It doesn't matter much to me
If it doesn't matter much to you

It's just a matter of time (before, before)
It's just a matter of time (before, before)
And though I hate to rewind (before, before)
It's just a matter of time

My past is getting us nowhere fast
I was never one for taking things slow
Nowhere seems like somewhere to go
Come over, and over

Doing my time for line after line
And when I learn this sing these crimes to myself
Prisoners to share a cell with
I'm holding
Still holding

Holding it well

It doesn't matter much to me
If it doesn't matter much to you (ooh)
It doesn't matter much to me
If it doesn't matter much to you

It's just a matter of time (before, before)
It's just a matter of time (before, before)
And though I hate to remind (before, before)
It's just a matter of time

Where the hell were you? (ooh)
Where the hell were you? (ooh)
Where the hell were you?

It's just a matter of time (before, before)
It's just a matter of time (before, before)
And though I hate to rewind (before, before)
It's just a matter of time

What does it matter now?
What does it matter now?

What does it matter now?
What does it matter now?
It's just a matter of time

Time