Question of Time

Easily, you can get lost in sobriety,
but your mom says:
"Stay with me and you can get ol with me."
Your dad is gone in the arms of someone.
You don't miss this admiral of red.

Now you left your range
and you deal with someone strange.
You defer him easily and he says:
"Stay with me.
Forget your pride.
I show you some place you can hide."
You only hear him wispering:

It's a question of time.
It's a question of time.
It's a question of time.
Time.

After years you recognize the fear
you wonder 'bout your disappear
and your girl says:
"Stay with me."
But your only friend,
is the glas here in your hand.
No contradiction makes you weary.

It's a question of time.
It's a question of time.
It's a question of time.
Time.

Now you're old and your feelings are so cold
and you shout her:
"Stay with me!"
But noone's left to dry your tears, so
dying is a thing you do in lonelyness,
but remember, what their're saying.

It's a question of time.
It's a question of time.
It's a question of time.
Time.

Text: Stephan Ziron