Paroles de The Time

Tears unexpected from unholy eyes. World's hate gifts, sphasms of my soul. When beauty one crosses my road, Illness of her words rapes my senses. Makers of time didn't correct ideas. Hours of old increase my wealth. Unobidient for god, when lady circulates, Against orders I will fly again. Hurt me depply And hear my laughter. From my blood won't grow your child. Hurt me deeply And look madnessly. Angel of fall keeps poison from me. So hurt