January, February, March
The days are marching forward
April, May, June and July
They fly like a hummingbird

August, September, October
The year is almost over
January, February, March
The days are marching forward
April, May, June and July
They fly like a hummingbird

August, September, October
The year is almost over
November, December arrive
Now the year is gone

Time is illusion
Time is a curse
Time is all these things and worse
But our time is now
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Our time is now
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Let us sing before our time runs out
Time is a mockingbird
The embers of what we were
But the years are still burning in my veins
And my time is now
Oh Oh Oh Oh
My time is now
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Let us sing before our time runs out

Time is illusion
Time is a curse
Time is all these things and worse
But our time is now
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Our time is now
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Let us sing before our time runs out