The Racquet - Keys Lyrics

I've got the keys to my eyes
I've got the keys to my lungs
That's all I ever wanted

Softly sailing away
From poppa, momma and back again
To stay

Time's an empty book
The next time that you look
Could be the end of me
We'll see

Samples from the airwaves
Still a ways to go
Where can a guy get sleep

Like this, like home, like anywhere I roam
Buzzing through the sand
Leaving echos in my hands

But time's an empty book
The next time that you look
Could be the end of me
And we'll see
Time's an empty book
The next time that you look
Could be the end of me
So we'll see

Tick tock