Fermata
You ask me a question, I pour you some wine
Say "I don't know"
How are we running out of time?
When it was going so slow
Time, the fragments, the pieces, like gravel
Out on a dirty road
Time, the anchors, the blinking of ambers
For the heavy load
Now who are we?
Now that we're old and free?
Don't let them down, when you can let them down easily
You can try to let it go but you'll never succeed
Time, the spirits, the visions, like linens
Hanging on a laundry line
Time, the digging, the squinting, the begging
You for another sign
Now who are we?
Now that we're old and free?
Go on sit back, Marina, go easy on yourself
They can try to take it back, there's nothing's left
Just your breath
Time, the fragments, the pieces like gravel
Out on a dirty road
Time, the anchors, the blinking of ambers
For the heavy load
Time, the spirits, the visions, like linens
Hanging on a laundry line
Time, the digging, the squinting, the spinning
Begging for another sign
Time, the fragments, the pieces like gravel
Out on a dirty road
Now who are we?
Now that we're old
Now that we're old
Now that we are old and free
Say "I don't know"
How are we running out of time?
When it was going so slow
Time, the fragments, the pieces, like gravel
Out on a dirty road
Time, the anchors, the blinking of ambers
For the heavy load
Now who are we?
Now that we're old and free?
Don't let them down, when you can let them down easily
You can try to let it go but you'll never succeed
Time, the spirits, the visions, like linens
Hanging on a laundry line
Time, the digging, the squinting, the begging
You for another sign
Now who are we?
Now that we're old and free?
Go on sit back, Marina, go easy on yourself
They can try to take it back, there's nothing's left
Just your breath
Time, the fragments, the pieces like gravel
Out on a dirty road
Time, the anchors, the blinking of ambers
For the heavy load
Time, the spirits, the visions, like linens
Hanging on a laundry line
Time, the digging, the squinting, the spinning
Begging for another sign
Time, the fragments, the pieces like gravel
Out on a dirty road
Now who are we?
Now that we're old
Now that we're old
Now that we are old and free
Credits
Writer(s): Kritty Uranowski, Stacey Leigh Mcleod, Stacey Mcleod
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