About Time - Cathy Davey

Been thrown out of my own head

I don’t belong anymore

Who’s been at it again

Who’s been at it again

At it again

They say they made a monster who bore seven deadly sins

But they didn’t understand

It’s about time, I untie my binds

I’m growing up to the sun

And I’ll come back when I’m done

I’ll find a brand new language that won’t give me away

Could be foul mouthed all day long

It’s about time, I untie my binds

They’ll flourish while I fade

It’s about time, I untie my binds

I’m growing up to the sun

And I’ll come back when I’m done

When I’m done

They’ll flourish while I fade

Good riddance anyway

I’m, I’m getting bored of this place

It’s about time (x4)