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Time to burn, we could talk all the problems through... |
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Are the promises still unbroken, |
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do the spoken words still ring true? |
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Oh, and where are you? |
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Time to burn, wakes and weddings, celestial choirs, |
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and while one hand shakes on the bargain |
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see the other stoke the suttee pyre; |
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so we're all on fire, |
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burning for tomorrow. |
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So much time wish- and hoping, |
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soon the future will come |
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with a bridal wreath for the wedding |
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in the hands of the prodigal son. |
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So much left undone, |
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here we are with time to burn. |
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So much time wishful thinking, |
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all the whitest of lies |
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with the prodigal caught at the border |
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and the order of service awry. |
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No time for goodbyes, |
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will we ever start to learn? |
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Time to burn, wakes and weddings become confused, |
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all the faces over-familiar |
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in the whirlwind of deja-vu... |
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Oh, but where are you? |
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Time to burn, all our lifelines are gathered round |
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with a speech from the back of a postcard |
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all the memories free in one bound. |
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Free, and gone to ground, |
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free, and gone forever. |
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Free, and gone to ground, |
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so I will remember |
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so much lost and found. |
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Here we are with time to burn. |
