choeur:
Don't go making all these promises
you know you cannot keep
There's a time to play a king and a
time to be the thief
'Cause if you're making all these
promises you know you cannot keep
You know time will be the thief and
your fallen king will end up alone
So let your body move a little
bit closer
Silent like the sound proceeding
a cyclone
Don't you know that
powerful thinking
Can be a force you don't want
to relinquish?
Well don't you know that,
They say that hanging on will justify
the wait?
But patience and elated wisdom
don't share a common phrase
choeur
Well, I'm only hanging on for what
goes down
I'm floating high and my feet don't
touch the ground
I'd take advantage but I can't see
through this charade
So don't you, don't go make it harder
than hell
'Cause when it comes down to
the making
You better be damned sure you can
take it
Hey baby
choeur
Time will be the thief
and your fallen king will end up...
A fool, a fool, a lonely sorry fool
Oh baby, 'cause I told you baby