Lyrics Steve Kilbey

Steve Kilbey

No Time At All

You fell through the ceiling

Into the party below

Somewhere south of the border

Where they grow the blow

And all your good ideas

Celebrated mistakes/Celebrating the stakes [0:45]

Calculated, she wakes

In the fall

It's no time at all

Filming a documentary

About drugs in the jungle

You become a sloth

When you steal a little sample

And all your brilliant plans

Fixed your horoscope

Transfixed, she gropes for the call

In no place at all

At a ruined resort

With your time-share cutie

How you had a blast

What a little beauty

And all your serious attempts

All your limitations

She makes your invitations seem small

There's no you at all

Plundering some artifacts

You cut yourself a deal

On the steps of the temple

Where sacrifices kneel

And all your marvelous hunches

Fill their vapid hearts

Rapidly she darts down the hall

It's no life at all (yeah)