Letra da Música Quality Times de Three And A Quarter

QUALITY TIMES

Every little thing that I do tastes surreal
So feel my little body as it breaks down and peels
‘Cause I don’t know which way is getting better
But everyday I always get her letter
So be my middle, as we trip down this road of broken wheels

Come closer and watch as we dance on the sides
On this rollercoaster my girl and I build our own rides
‘Cause I don’t know which way is getting better
But everyday I always get her letter
So pop this toaster and watch as we burn on both sides

Take a little and we’ll package what you’ve got to sell
And fake a little, when the cream is this thick they can’t tell
They’ll never tell, oh well
‘Cause I can’t tell which way is getting better
But every day the weather’s getting wetter
So why should I sell my soul, if they pay’s so bad and the rent’s so low
Again and again and again and again

We all wait for so long
For so long