I know talk is cheap But nothing's own is nothing reached And the season's lost Staring into the sun I got nothing done Seasons gone to the people Books, they weigh you down The pen you're pushing around Seasons gone to the people It's not a way to see Nor a method to keep Now the season's gone to the deep Now the season's gone to the deep May the visions of end But nothing yet is pen, no So I sit here and pretend The thief of all time You're mine I'm the thief of all time The thief of all time The thief of all time The thief of all time You're the thief of all time My time, you're the thief of My time and you're killing me You're the thief, you're the thief You're the thief, you're the thief You're the thief, you're the thief