let the days lose their aim
and lift let the signal and the seasons
drift there’s a feeling you forgot you
missed but kept as a gift we’ve been clinging
to our common sense
refrigerators full of condiments
the have you ever’s the never agains
the forming of plans there’ll be time too
believing in lies until they’re true
there’ll be time too to cover your eyes
you’re a bull in a china shop
i’m a chicken with its head cut off
spinning bottles and spoiling the pot
changing the plot tell a story full of fights
and flights bout the weather and the things
that go bump in the night
you said it keeps you feeling safe insidei
hope that you’re right there’ll be time too
to keep it alive till day is through
there’ll be time too for summers inside
there’ll be time too for missing our trains
and catching colds this will pass too
and you’re better alone this will always be so