Time Paroles

My faith is falling like the leave from atree
The pockets both take it away
The sun warms by body as I'm sitting on a swing
Watching columbus clouds bring in the rain
Oh well I think its time to go

My mind is playing tricks on me all the time
To let you know that I am real
And all the worries you build up inside your soul
The ones that make your world stand still
....Mean you can feel
That its time to go

Are you fed up, are you fed up with me?
Do you think that you could do better?
Do I think that I know better?
Do they think that they know better?

Five fed up faces with the itch to kill a king
Blood red sunrise, and a breat to air that's clean I laugh and slip into another state of mind
To let you know that I am real
And all the worries you build up inside your soul
The ones that make your world stand still, mean you can feel
That its time to go