Sobre o tempo
Crombie
About Time
About Time
Almost everything is temporary
Temporary because it's subject
To a guy called Time
Who is more than just a moment
Who doesn’t confess
Because he feels no guilt at all
Doesn’t see my rush
In a careless stroll
He walks around on foot
Must be why he takes his time
Seems like he’s just playing
Thinking there’s no deadline
The time I live here
The time of now
The time that’s yet to come
Let it come without delay
