Temple

Not old yet, no longer young
Like a late friend said, "It's one world we're from"
And it seems that in our time, the end may well begin
As we tread so hard, the old pain now comes

Like whiskey to the blood, cocaine to the head
We know it steals time in the end

And we know that our kind is too stupid to change
It amuses me some that in this day and age
The holy folks could well be right in the end
Seems we need a saviour for all to run

Like spray to the streams and oil to the seas
We know it steals time in the end

We walk on this world like it carries no weight
We smoke and we spend and we burn and we fight
And we all agree that we're all going to try
This world is our temple with foolish minds
Our body is our temple until Friday night

Like whiskey to the head and sugar to the blood
We know it steals time in the end

Floated downstream and out to the seas
We know it steals time in the end

And we know it steals time
In the end



Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth Anne Jones, John Bruce
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