Time
I got an awful lot of time
Kicking it together with my baby in the back of her mind
And it flows down the harbours and the coasts
Painting me her pieces in the ceiling
Writing love dialogue
I’ve labeled her hair as home
And my heart as half
It’s quite simple, I just ask you to save my soul
It’s not that hard
Time
I got an awful lot of time
Kicking it together with
My baby in the back of her mind
And it flows up and down and back and forth
Painting me her pieces in the ceiling
Writing love dialogue
All these tears stored for years
Just insane amounts
It's confusing, I don't really strive for anything anymore
And I'm so young
I thought you’d help me through it eventually
