Sunday was short and slow and lovely
Slept in past noon, woke up, made coffee
And somewhere between the sheets and shower
We talked about the son and daughter

That we dona't have but imagined at our side
Well, it's only a matter of time
Sometimes my love grows disenchanted
When so much she gives I take for granted
But I am well-aware that she is my compass
The strawberry sun, Gots grace and sweetness
And when I forget, when it somehow slips my mind
it's only a matter of time
It's a matter of time It's a matter of time
Til I break the blinders fastened to my eyes
And I can see you
It's only a matter of time

I found the truth inside the pattern
Of furious sound and ceaseless clatter
The peace in the painful search for meaning
You are the myth made real this evening
And a million more before the clocks unwind
It's only a matter of time
It's only a matter of time