Ian McCulloch
The Party’s Over
Time to know when it's time to leave
Time tick-tocking, nothing's up your sleeve
Time to go, then it's time to grieve
Hope God still believes
Time to follow and time to lead
Time borrowed in times of need
This time tomorrow, put out to seed
My epitaph will read
I can't feel a thing, don't know why
I can't feel a thing, don't know why
I can't feel a thing, don't know why
I can't feel a thing
Time flies and time flies away
If time allows you to pass this way
Bring site flowers every 5th of May
And touch me as you pray
Cause I can't feel a thing, don't know why
I can't feel a thing, don't know why
I can't feel a thing, don't know why
I can't feel a thing
Shooting stars
Falling from their constellation
Heading for no destination
Shooting stars
That's what we are
Shooting Stars
Falling from a constellation
A beautiful disintegration
Shooting stars
That's what we are
Just shooting stars
Time to walk and then, time to run
Time to talk and time to bite your tongue
Time's short and time has come
Lifetime numb
I can't feel a thing, don't know why
I can't feel a thing, don't know why
I can't feel a thing, don't know why
I can't feel a thing
Shooting stars
Falling from a constellation
Heading for no destination
Shooting stars
That's what we are
Shooting Stars
Falling from a constellation
A beautiful disintegration
Shooting stars
That's what we are
A shooting star
Shooting star, shooting star, shooting star, shooting star
Shooting star, shooting star, shooting star, shooting star
Shooting star, shooting star, shooting star, shooting star
Shooting star, shooting star