Time is precious, it is our temptress.
It will lead you on until the break of day.
The early bird will spread the word.
Whispers will warm the very break of day.
On the peaks behind the wooden fence,
oh the lips you took well, I bet.
We had our fun, and now it's time to wait.
Time is weary, it shouts no warning.
That the break of day is upon us.
Well I say,
Bring on the sleepless nights-I say.
Bring on the full pages of days,
where we were just a shade,
under an old tree...
We were just a shade,
under a tree.