And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore.
So I`ll leave the ways that
are making me be
What I really don't want to
be
Leave the ways that are making
me love
What I really don't want to
love.
Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn.
Your tears they tell me
There's really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say.
And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
'til there's no more to hide.
So leave the ways that are
making you be
What you really don't want
to be
Leave the ways that are making
you love
What you really don't want
to love.
Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.
And time has told me
Not to ask for more
For some day our ocean
Will find its shore.
Marco Giunco |
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