Time will be the life of me
And time will be the death of me
In my loose head, my state July
My mind a room of ruby light
I find you there in the empty road
That flickers by the almond grove
Time will be the life of me
And time will be the death of me
We mountain through the mountains to the point of return
The ridges rose and rose for who knows how long
And on and on with you beyond and there’s no return
I lost it thеre, I ran aground
And I between the windows down
Was a whistling bottlе in the wind
In my seat I hyperventilated
Nothing goes only to heaven or hell
Or ever did, or ever will
Time will be the life of me
And time will be the death of me
We mountained through the mountains to the point of return
The ridges rose and rose for who knows how long
And on and on with you beyond and there’s no return
