Текст песни Time - Paul Cargnello

Time, it's a wicked design
Always running up and counting down
Turning a king into a clown
Why is it so unkind?
Doing us in, clocking out
Never letting us know
What it's all about

I know it's all we got
Never moving left, never shifting right
Just straight ahead with an iron might
You can like it or not
It may feel slow, it may feel fast
Reminding you
Nothing's ever gonna last

Time, it's a wicked design

Time is no one's friend
Waves of joy, waves of pain
Rising up in the pouring rain
The tide gets you in the end
Once it's done, something new begins
Every saint forgotten with their sins

Time, it's a wicked design