What will you do when the time comes? Will you put your money where your mouth is? Or your mouth where your money is? Or your mouth where your money is? For the love of god, or for the love of art I don't wanna sell my soul I don't wanna break your heart You shouldn't tell me things Driving broken cars, dropping phone calls You shouldn't tell me things Dropping phone calls, skipping CD's Well we need to talk Chris said he likes you but it's timing It's always timing We need to talk, oh And tell Chris it's not timing if it's hiding