The Time
Sitting in a cornerIn my castle made of single-malt and smokeWith all my friends around me.And I love them «till I chokeAnd I watch you dance with someone,Someone not even there,And you’re simple as in sacrilege,And you are pure as in player.
Somewhere there’s a point of no resistance,But we make sure there’s no getting there.And we’re beautiful when we’re animalsBut so easily scared.And I cannot even talk to youStricken down as a hunter to its prey,Sliding down, down this hill of glass again,And there’s nothing I can say.
I guess it’s just the timeI guess it’s just the timeI guess it’s just the timeAnd I will see you when the time is over.And then the northern wind calls,And then curtains part,And then the castle wall falls,And there’s an arrow in my heart.
There’s only one way out of prisonWhich is to set your jailer free.But then, it’s just another bunch of pretty wordsThat stand between the sailor and the sea.So forgive me, though I know you never willBattered by your pride,And so I’m locked again within these castle walls,And you freeze alone outside.
I guess it’s just the timeI guess it’s just the timeI guess it’s just the timeAnd I will see you when the time is over.
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