There are debts to be paid
there are plans to be made
when you find that your lover
has been lying

little bombs get set off
in your mind and the soft
hand of time on your body
burns like acid

and time blows away these things
do you hate when I say these things?
and all your troubles in time subside
they go down, down, down

there are layers to this thing
to this old vibrating string
and our worries can be settled
in a theory paper

I don't forgive you
but I know where to put things in the whole
scheme of everything, we are crazy
but no one's perfect

and time blows away these things
do you hate when I say these things?
and all your troubles in time subside
they go down, down, down