There's a fog on the river,
It's filling up your mind.
And if feels like a sliver,
Like the thorn of a tangled vine.
You can feel that it's coming,
Already seeing the signs.
No matter how far you're running,
Got no peace of mind.
Got no peace of mind.
No peace of mind.
Got no peace of mind.
There's a sun slowly setting,
It's sinking like your mind.
The last light that it's shedding,
On the end of your borrowed time.
You can feel that it's coming,
Already seeing the signs.
No matter how far you're running,
Got no peace of mind.
Borrowing Time.
That's Fine
Borrowing Time.
Got no peace of mind.
Got no peace of mind.
No peace of mind.
Got no peace of mind."