Time Is A Healer
Hands on my shoulders, free drinks in my hand.All the understanding, all the best from my friendsYou will get over it of that I am sure,Just find another reason.
I pay more attention, everywhere I go,All cities, all centuries, reading tarot.Looking just everywhere, where is the glow,The only logic reason to live for, to live for.
Tell me, why it hurts?Why can't I turn it into laughter?Know that time should heal my pain.
My heart is back together with bandaids I found,Drinking lots of vodka until I pass out.Will I get over it, not really sure,Just find another reason to live for, to live for.
Tell me, why it hurts?Why can't I turn it into laughter?Know that time should heal my pain.
Tell me, why I'm lost?There is no questionAnd there is no answer,Know that time should heal my pain.
Tell me, why it hurts?Why can't I turn it into laughter?Know that time should heal my pain.
Tell me, why I'm lost?There is no questionAnd there is no answer,Know that time should heal my pain.
Tell me, why it hurts?Why can't I turn it into laughter?Know that time should heal my pain.