Our subconsciousness is extraordinary
Accurate and truthful
When I wrote down the people in my mind
Your Name was penned at a special corner.

When they talk on television
Or on the blasting radio
I feel a strange sensation
Your Name was ringing through my hearing.

As I read through the novel
Amidst the subway crowd
I chance upon the letters
Your Name hooked onto my eyes.

" Borrowed time, borrowed time. Pull up a chair and cut me a line. Tell me a story of when you were young. Where the devils danced and angels sung. Borrowed time, borrowed time... Show me a lie and tell me im fine. Give me a mirror, that reflects a glow. Of youthful beauty, and when time moved slow. Roll me your bones and commit me to rust.. Ashes to ashes. Dust into dust. "