Hey there, you're travelling man
Yea, you try to reach out for somebody's hand
But all this pain is gonna make a strange tomorrow.
The thriII, the thrill, it's making you kill
You wanna make a deal at the top of the hill
But all this pain is fanning the flames of tomorrow.
I can't find explanations
I can.t see no destinations
All my thoughts are changing course Iike a train.
Time is riding over you
High rising over you
Hey there, you're travelling far
Yea, you wasn't born to fucking work in a bar
Lighht this flame
It's gonna make a strange tomorrow
Well I don't know where
I'm going but I know that I'll die
If I have to stay here swallowing lies
Time is riding over you
High rising over you
In your Time you're feeling fine
The question “nowornever” shines
All for you
I can't find explanations
I can't see no destinations
Will you love me When I'm old
Will you cover me in gold
Will we know before we're old and fade away...
Time is riding over you
High rising over you
Time is rising strong and bright
It's calling you again tonight
All for you
Time is rising over you...
