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Idle Hours (Victoria Spivey) · Jazz After Hours [Jazz After Hours] (Chick Webb) · The Best of Idle Race (The Idle Race) · Idle No More (King Khan & the Shrines) · The Importance of Being Idle [Demo Version] (Oasis) · Eric Idle Sings Monty Python (Eric Idle) · Idle Will Kill (Osker) · Idle No More (King Khan) · Idle Gossip [Video] (Toy Dolls) · Idle Race (The Idle Race) – and 90 other albums »


In a fleeting moment of a restless day
Driven to distraction, I was captured by the game
I have often wondered why I ever wanted to
Leave these
In a fleeting moment of a restless day
Driven to distraction, I was captured by the game
I have often wondered why I ever wanted to
Leave these
forget him

Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate

I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by
forget him
Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate
I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by
diesel idles the keys inside 
C'mon Sally let's take a ride.
Flag down uptown no sweat.
For rush hour travel, it's the best bet yet. 
Taxi Grab.
Followed by, "They Checked Out An Hour Ago"
Closing with, "All Desires Turn Concrete"

Those melodies come back to me
Time beyond our heartbeat

I guess I'm
Listening to you idle talk
Smoke rising to the ceiling
The words just seem to float on by
Maybe you've had the feeling
Then looking into my empty
In a fleeting moment of a restless day
Driven to distraction
I was captured by the game
I have often wondered why I ever wanted to
Leave these
at the turnstile
I never met him, I'll never forget him
Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate

I sit by
at the turnstile.
I never met him, I'll never forget him.
Dream dream, even for a little while.
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour.
Fade away, radiate.

I sit
at the turnstile
I never met him, I'll never forget him
Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate

I sit by
at the turnstile
I never met him, I'll never forget him

Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate

I sit
at the turnstile.
I never met him, I'll never forget him.
Dream dream, even for a little while.
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour.
Fade away, radiate.

I sit
would
He was gonna hang around here for as long a he could
The days went by and hours idle passed
He was never sure just how long he would last
But
forget him
Dream dream, even for a little while
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour
Fade away, radiate
I sit by and watch the river flow
I sit by
to stasis.
Place of denial, stagnant oasis.

Into this idle hour.
Passiveness gains it's power.
Nobody will ever change.
Viewing all difference as strange.
at the turnstile.
I never met him, I'll never forget him.
Dream dream, even for a little while.
Dream dream, filling up an idle hour.
Fade away, radiate.

I sit
Having been by that old bank tower,
I'm inclined to wonder why you feel so strong.
You can't have really seen the hour
If you think she's trying
In a fleeting moment of a restless day

Driven to distraction
I was captured by the game.
I have often wondered why I ever wanted to
Leave these
Yeah, havin' been by that old bank tower
I'm inclined to wonder why you feel so strong?
You can't have really seen the hour
If you think she's
Broken doll baby
And she says that life's a waste
It doesn't have to be that way
Dad threw away her mom

Her mom gave up his name
Crucified by
The Wrong Side Of Weird

A sudden unpredictable sky contains the dawn
Seconds in an hour counting down before the day is born
Long enough in
I could live for an hour or two
Trying to find someone just like you
Why don't you sit right down
Have a double, and I'll get to know ya

All
Broken doll, baby
And she says that
"Life's a waste"
It doesn't have to be that way

Dad threw away her mom
Her mom gave up his name
Crucified by
a sickle I am out for his beguiling glance.
Thought I heard a mare neighing from the creek
Where in every hour spared we anxiously would meet.
Drunken