Moving on a pale moonlight Staring at the tail lights of the Truck that rips the road apart
I watch your right hand shifting gear Wondering what I'm doing here
Are the pillars of the sky And call it your peroga - tive
Time and time again it seems We're always somewhere in between It's in the way we li - ve
We're running out of time
Spiders, snakes, and lizard heads Tell the tale that we'll all be dead
Fading on the tender neath(?) What we are is what we breathe
Now no one ever said that life was fair Walking up and down the builder's square(?) Right down from the start And right down from the heart Finding words that no one thought were there
Moving on a pale moonlight Staring at the tail lights of the Truck that rips the road apart
Ray, ray, rain, if you feel the same give me a sign, we're running out of time More from Bettie Serveert