Time is an illusion that helps things make sense. So we are always living in the present tense. It seems unforgiving when a good thing ends. But you and I will always be back then. You and I will
summertime. There was never another time. I don't want another seven years. I don't want another seven days. Oh, Roll back your eyes (Roll back your eyes). Let me in or let me go. I don't wanna know, I
chapel to trap me within. A lady in waiting, lips red with rouge. She offered me pleasures, I could not refuse, no, no, no, no For I was born, born for adventure, women, whiskey and sin. No, I'll never
