hey, how are you
how`s confinement treating you
in these times of unusual challenges
is there a way
we could ever meet again
hey, common sense
how come
you`re not that common
any more
makes no sense, to me
a longtime struggle with ugliness
the little sailor boy
longed for the shore
thrown off at the sight of land
left to die with home in the corner of his eye
in the end
you can argue with time
but time won`t take
that moment with you
and even the toughest rocks
turn to sand
over time
if it comes to a point
where the lovely bees
are no more
while we were busy
making love into hate
time will cease to exist
in the end
you can argue with time
but time won`t take
that moment with you
and even the toughest rocks
turn to sand
over time
in the end
you can argue with time
but time won`t take
that moment with you
and even the toughest rocks
turn to sand
over time
