[Verse 1]
Traces of crime have brought into view, what a reasoning mind
Of feigning and refuse
Crumbs of a burnt bread, sparks on a sane head, I seek to refrain
I know that is vain

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, horse and horses have got my crutches
Pricks and roses, do they remain
Specters of time

[Verse 2]
Phrases of dime that ran out of uses like merry-go-round
Broken all the fuses
Pennies and bread grain have furnished a fine bed, the fear of a king
Is a leer on his queen

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, secret jiving pastimes, a night on anciеnt sonnets
That Ludwig van’s delight
Spectеrs of time

[Chorus]
Time, we fill out your beauty
And in fire, the promise of history
You just shine on the killers of your mind
[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
Saturday evening had me out on the paint, a bribe of my sins
Said we all go screaming

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, moonlight crooning, shadows in search of
Nature’s own philosophy
We collide

[Chorus]
Time, we fill out your beauty
And in fire, the promise of history
You just shine on the killers of your mind
It’s nothing to you

[Outro]
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