Time Past
You fake a sense of harmony
But these notes are not the same
There's a space that lies between the two
Where hides the devil's game
This play is of time past
I can see it in your eyes
And I know the devil's name
In spite of this disguise
You can argue round and round and round
'Bout politics and lies
But the biggest thing to contemplate
Is where the devil hides
This play is of time past
I can see it in your eyes
And I know the devil's name
In spite of this disguise
If this sounds just like a circular argument
Take a closer look around
There's a devil hiding deep within the sacrament
Just waiting to be found
This play is of time past
I can see it in your eyes
And I know the devil's name
In spite of this disguise
Writer/s: Rich Black
