Too Much Time on My Hands Songtext
von Michael Sadler

Since you walked out the door,
Left my heart on the floor,
I′ve got far too much time on my hands

The more I saw the more I wish that I'd been blind
The more I think I think I′m sure
You must have lost your mind
The more I heard the more I wish that I'd been deaf
'Cos lately I′ve been having
Conversations with myself
The real trouble starts
When I can′t decide whose side I should be on

All that I do... All that I do
All that I see... All that I see
All that I touch... All that I touch
Touches me... Is all that touches me
And all that I have... Oh... and all that I have is
All that you've given to me


Since you walked out the door,
Left my heard on the floor,
I′ve got far too much time on my hands

The more I've learned the less I want to know the truth
I find it hard to understand the pleasure of abuse
The more I′m shown the less I want to be revealed
I'd rather keep it secret
Than to show the scars have healed
I′d rather just pretend you don't exist,
Convince myself that life goes on

All that I do... All that I do
All that I see... All that I see
All that I touch... All that I touch
Touches me... Is all that touches me
And all that I have... Oh... and all that I have is
All that you've given to me

Since you walked out the door,
Left my heard on the floor,
I′ve got far too much time on my hands

Since you kissed me good bye,
Left me empty inside,
I′ve got far too much time on my hands