The Time

Sitting in a corner In my castle made of single-malt and smoke With all my friends around me And I love them 'til I choke And I watch you dance with someone Someone no even there And you're simple as in "sacrilege" And you're pure as in "prayer" Somewhere there's a point of no resistance But we make sure there's no getting there And we're beautiful when we're animals But so easily scared And I cannot even talk to you Stricken down as a hunter to its prey Sliding down, down this hill of glass again And there's nothing I can say I guess it's just the time I guess it's just the time I guess it's just the time And I will see you when the time is over And then the northern wind calls And then curtains part And then the castle wall falls And there's an arrow in my heart There's only one way out of prison Which is to set your jailer free But then, it's just another bunch of pretty words That stand between the sailor and the sea So forgive me, though I know you never will Battered by your pride And so I'm locked again within these castle walls And you freeze alone outside