Lyrics
Tilt at windmills, or drown in the fountain
You seem like you're running when you fall down the mountain
At the top in the sun in the sky's terrible glare
And how you'll get down, well there's no one who cares
So time lets you down, and it marks you to the bone
It's the news that comes at night, it's the silence on the phone
Timid dreams and signs, and the things you'll never know
And it's almost your time, but you just don't want to go
Is this the way that you thought it would be?
The gold that joins the broken places
Exposed in the sand to the sun and the sea
And the pitiless care in the passing faces
So time lets you down, and it marks you to the bone
It's the news that comes at night, it's the silence on the phone
Timid dreams and signs, and the things you'll never know
And it's almost your time, but you just don't want to go
And it's almost your time
And IT'S ALMOST YOUR TIME
And it's almost your time...
And it's almost your time
And IT'S ALMOST YOUR TIME
And it's almost your time...