Out of Time
(Copyright 2011 Girl Friday Music)
(Copyright 2011 Girl Friday Music)
My heart is reeling mister.
So fragile like a blister.
No chance of callusing.
No such luck.
You’re rubbing up against my heart,
Feelings served a la carte.
Collateral damage of being love-struck
Just take what you feel like today,
It’s all at no charge.
Run up the tab,
Go on and run it up large.
The hot, dry wind burning up my skin
Is a cold hard reminder of the state I’m in.
My stitch in time couldn’t save the nine.
Sometimes the meter just runs…
Out of time…
Sand in the hour glass
Stuck to the table, hard and fast
No turning back, it just drips right down.
Feelings that run so deep,
The love is thick, the price is steep.
Heart on my sleeve, go on and pass it around.
I give it away every time.
You think I’d learned by now
To dial myself down. I just don’t know how.
The hot, dry wind burning up my skin
Is a cold hard reminder of the state I’m in.
My stitch in time couldn’t save the nine.
Sometimes the meter just runs…
Out of time…
Silence isn’t always golden.
It leaves us beholden
To the ghosts of everything we left unsaid.
I can’t help but wonder
Did you force your true feelings asunder?
Could it be you loved me, too?
Words unspoken, blessed and broken
Hover in the air like shiny tokens.
Never landing
Silently commanding me
to leave them there.
Words unspoken, blessed and broken
Hover in the air like shiny tokens.
Never landing
Silently commanding me
to leave them there.
The hot, dry wind burning up my skin
Is a cold hard reminder of the state I’m in.
My stitch in time couldn’t save the nine.
Sometimes the meter just runs…
Out of time…
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