No time for this or time for that, no time to wonder where we're at
no time to sing, no time to dance,no time to spark fires of romance,
no time to sit and stare
no time for anything
anywhere.

But time to worry which time does not
time of which we have not got
and time resets regrets and time alone will give us memories,time will freeze us in a moment there,
then there's time to sit,prepare a table,set out with regret and woe, and where the hell does time go anyway?

We still the minutes of the days but time plays tricks,kicks us when we're down and here we drown in time of which we do not have a lot.
Time the great big melting *** and we,the recipe,a marinade of all we see until the hands of time,
cease moving
and we are free.