If time
isn’t on
our side
Then
what the
fuck is?
If it’s
all out
of our
hands
Then
what’s
the point
in this?
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
If time
isn’t on
our side
Then
what the
fuck is?
If it’s
all out
of our
hands
Then
what’s
the point
in this?
Thank
you so
much
for
being
you
Otherwise
I’d still
be wandering
around
without
a clue
Waiting
for
the days
not to
feel
so blue
And
hoping
to find
a love
that’s
true