Time takes me back to deep water. Oceans away. I could
say the days were getting brighter. Yet today's in the ash-
tray. Can't ad-
ore what's come before. Wasting aw-
ay in the ashtray. Murphy's
law is a whore, yes it's
finally come bangin on my door. Never-
mind, what happens is always behind your
back, forget and you slip off the track. Yes I
know there's much worse off than me. I
know I'm barely suffering. So I'm
making for what's worth taking, oh sweet sweet
time it's so sublime. Yet I
wake like I've a cold everyday. But no
time to lose I can't complain.
Sweet sweet time I'll make things my way.
sweet sweet taste of lockin myself a-
way from the world and it's sweet oppurtunity.
Sweet sweet time. So sublime now.
Sweet time runnin down her face. All her dreams been erazed. Now she's
face down in this shit she's made. Nothin' left to do but fade.
No time for complaining. But she's always been blaming oppo-
sitions need to calm down. Need to fight through it anyhow.
Sweet time in and out his lungs. Makin the shit that rolls off his tongues.
Good night boy I'll see you later, when you're done with bein a waster.
Sittin right back, and just trippin out for a snack.
No time for bein in a bubble, too many dreams causes me trouble, throws me in
the seas every time.
