Toulouse

every time you waste your time
 it's time that's gone, no time to find it
 so i spend my whole life staring
 at the clock that says it's time to go... and you lose
 if good then bad, when bad then worse
 there is nothing much to say
 and should you remember, and should i forget
 leave it forgoten, it's better that way... and i lose, once again
 every kiss you steal feels like a knife
 still need it more and more
 i feel like a lucky junkie
 longing for my dose... and we lose
 i try to talk to god all the time
 he never answers me
 the devil, on the other hand,
 has all his lines open for my sins... and we lose, once again
 there's nothing left to say
 this time we lose again
 to lose all that you love
 though it was never yours
 to run behind a train
 that's going the wrong way
 to go head over heels
 over a fantasy
 to lose and still to love
 every minute of it
 nothing lasts forever
 don't you think it's otherwise
 rather gone than not together
 this is my demise
 and we lose
 there's nothing left to say
 this time we lose again
 to lose and feel you've lost
 the ground beneath your feet
 to question all your life
 in the blink of an eye
 to wish you had the chance
 to try and turn back time
 to lose and still to love
 every minute of it
 every time you waste your time
 it's time that's gone, no time to find it
 so i spend my whole life staring
 at the clock that says it's time to go