it's my time, to walk the line
time to rearrange what's on my plate
in my face, can't back away
when i find the time, you'll have more time to waste
like pompeii, who's children lay
dressed in obsidian through the day
with no way, to walk away
when you find the time, you'll have more time to waste
no condition is limitless
when movement forward keeps it under cover
but you'll find out why, when you close your eyes
are we recognizing each other tonight, as one