Time Heals Nothing
Thunderheads are perching like birds on a line
Thunderheads are perching like birds on a line
Lightning flash is taking, taking its own sweet time
People tell me dark skies are just clouds passing over
Thy say that heavy dark sky is just clouds passing through
But these clouds ain't moving and it's all on account of you
This ain't the way, the way it's supposed to be
Time is playing some kind of evil trickery
The first one to go was supposed to be me
They say that it gets better ahhh the longer you're gone
and time will heal a little with every new dawn
But time heals nothing the hurt goes on
Writer/s: Al Basile
