[Verse 1]

Traces of crime have brought into view, what a reasoning mind

Of feigning and refuse

Crumbs of a burnt bread, sparks on a sane head, I seek to refrain

I know that is vain

[Pre-Chorus]

Oh, horse and horses have got my crutches

Pricks and roses, do they remain

Specters of time

[Verse 2]

Phrases of dime that ran out of uses like merry-go-round

Broken all the fuses

Pennies and bread grain have furnished a fine bed, the fear of a king

Is a leer on his queen

[Pre-Chorus]

Oh, secret jiving pastimes, a night on anciеnt sonnets

That Ludwig van’s delight

Spectеrs of time

[Chorus]

Time, we fill out your beauty

And in fire, the promise of history

You just shine on the killers of your mind

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]

Saturday evening had me out on the paint, a bribe of my sins

Said we all go screaming

[Pre-Chorus]

Oh, moonlight crooning, shadows in search of

Nature’s own philosophy

We collide

[Chorus]

Time, we fill out your beauty

And in fire, the promise of history

You just shine on the killers of your mind

It’s nothing to you

[Outro]

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