Time - Young Wonder

Time

Rain

Can I borrow your time?

Am I losing my mind?

My skin is aching

My brittle bones are breaking, breaking

It’s so bracing outside

Showers and showers of unhappiness

Pulling air to the little little tunnels in my brain

I can hear the familiar VOICES rumble, rumble

I can feel my LIFE in those hand tremble, tremble

Delicate with me, delicate for

Delicate is easy, delicate is more

I had a dream that I had heavy feet

And that kept you from her sleep

I had a dream that I was gushing streets alone

I had a dream that I was told to keep

Oh, wash it from her sleep

Had a dream husbands did stripped the widow’s bones