Time

everybody wants to do something big
cause nobody likes to feel small.
like the whole world is a haven for the lovers and the angels,
and you’re the sinner in the center of it all.

he was looking for answers, and he found a girl.
so he laid down his questions and called her the world,
and then I was the somebody sent in by fate
to remind him that everything happens too late.

and all I need’s a little time.

every time it leaves, I think it must be gone forever.
and every time it comes again, I think it’s here to stay.
but the loving comes in from thin air, when the fear is finally ready
and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

everybody wants to do something good,
cause nobody likes to feel bad.
like the sadness is a demon sent to tear apart your daydreams,
and it’s feeding on the life you never had.

every day’s an answer to questions we can’t name.
and nothing really changes, but nothing stays the same.
so I am the somebody sent in to say
that you hold the power to make it all okay,

and all I need’s a little time.

every time it leaves, I think it must be gone forever.
and every time it comes again, I think it’s here to stay.
but the music rises from the mud when the rhythm says it’s ready,
and I wouldn’t have it any other way.