Make me a mannered, a mannered thing
Carved of wood, a life force thing
Give it an arm, that points to the earth
And a hand, that points at me
No matter where I stand
No matter where I stand
And knows all that we can't seeThe clock cannot be turned
With remorseful yearns
Time has nothing to do with it
You would see, you would see
If you were three again
And did it all the same
Fate drives you insane
Fate drives you insaneAnd did you throw you in the road
Put your face to shame
Did you think your mouth could teach
Make you think you think
It's got a lot to do with
It's got a lot to do
Let's get nothing, nothing askewTime has got nothing to do with it
Time has got nothing to do with itChange is insane with eyes that blame
And morals that blank the lines
Of transmissions new
If only we knew
It's not all happening here
There blanks are scarce
And blindness is forgot
Is forgotThe perfect plan
Is not the man
Who tells you
You are wrongTime has got nothing to do with it
Time has got nothing to do with itDisappear into the clear
And visions understood
Wrestle now and shout the vow
The illusion is the pain
The illusion is the painTime has got nothing to do with it
Time has got nothing to do with it
Time
Songwriters
MURPHY, PETER JOHN / BONUS, PETEPublished by
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