كلمات Time = Fate

It’s always in between the lines you thought you read The time and distance, keyhole, needle through the thread I can’t help but be sad sometimes Talk to me, see what’s on my mind If I could step backwards somewhere into the past I’d relive that great party where we had a blast Pondering things in the past makes you blind Look ahead, you’ll not waste your Time mends furrowed brows I can’t help but thinking now Back here, I’ll wait Please, don’t let the past be my, fate It takes two cats to enjoy a cool jamboree It takes three to remember that one differently Memory’s a fog, it gets thicker with time Look at the clock, its hands read the Time mends furrowed brows I can’t help but thinking now Back here, I’ll wait Please don’t let the past be my