Time’s not running out. It’s sitting still.
We run through it like we’re in a field.
Along a path that we can’t see.
Put there by destiny.
Only the fates can see us……
walking and where we’re goin’.
The fates are always smilin’ cause they’re knowing that after
all…
There’s time for tears and gardens.
There’s water in the well.
And we will reap the harvest.
There’ll be stories to tell.
Time is at hand. At the fingertips.
The fool reveres the falling sky
and gallops by where Buddha sits.
Angels march three by three
so let’s make love baby you & me.
Only the fates can see us…..
Time will tell. Time will tell
so open eyes and listen well.
The truth won’t sound like a voice.
The lies won’t ring like a bell.
Some stay strong among the obese.
Fulfilling all the prophecies.
Only the fates can see us….