Tipping Time

You are no Buddha and your hands are unseen
Lift me up to a place high above
High above, high above
Drifting all alone

Looking down, feel the sound
Lifting you off the ground
Running lines, head of lies
You're tripping time, tripping time

Hold on to sorrow, you escape to a dream
Cover up twisted face
From shattered love, shattered love
Drifting all alone

Sleeping still, feeling ill
No hope to ever be healed
Running lines, head of lies
You're tripping time, tripping time

Stuck on past morals and your truth, out of reach
Give it up, out of pace
A ruthless thug, ruthless thug
Drifting all alone

Ringing bell, evil spell
Prisoner of your own hell
Running lines, head of lies
You're tripping time, tripping time
(It's a crime) You're tripping time
(It's a crime) You're tripping time
(It's a crime) You're tripping time

(So below) As above
(So below) As above
(So below) As above



Credits
Writer(s): James Welch
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link