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Lyrics: Time


Recorded at: London Bridge Studio, Seattle (Feb - June 1992)

 

All these people they wont leave me alone
And we need, a little time to ourselves
And half the reasons why
Iím sketchingí all the time
The result of a life in this hell
But oh well, I think itís time
My faith is falling like the leaves from a tree
The pockets both take it away
The sun warms my body as Iím
Sittiní on a swing watching
Columbus clouds bring in the rain
Oh well I think itís time
Its time to go
My mind is playing tricks on me all the time
To let you know that I am real
And all the worries you build
Up inside your soul
The ones that make your world stand still
Mean you can feel, that itís time to go
Are you fed up, Are you fed up with me?
Do you think you could do better?
Do you think that I know better?
Do they think that they know better?
Five fed up faces with the itch to kill a king
Blood red sunshine, and a breath to air thatís clean
I drink from the faucet
From the porch I take a pee
I look at you through the bushes
Where you canít see me
I laugh and slip into another state of mind
To let you know that I am real
And all the worries you build up inside your soul
The ones that make your world stand still
Means you can feel, that itís time to go


live at The Ritz in NYC on April 24, 1992

 

 

 

 

 

 

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