So you hate me
Not just the time we had
Couldn't have been all that bad
But the mind says a different tune
Time
Time
Without or with your touch
I fight to keep some passion distant
As to stay my pace
In this I do confess
That time has left me still
If I could live a thousand lives
And love when lovers call
My mind between the dreams of day
Would stop just as to see the soft
Fair flame of life's long quarrel with itself