Time Takes It's Time
I am on an island, in this city on my own, I pull my coat around me, but it doesn't help the cold
Wish you were here to stop it, hold my hand inside your pocket
Time takes its time it takes so long
And the wine tastes like wine but it's all wrong, all wrong
Phone calls photographs fill up an empty glass, I'll send you a song about home
Time takes its time, when you're gone
I miss you, at midnight, I miss you at four AM, I wake up, in the morning, on your side of the bed
Wish we could go for coffee, I'll take mine the way you do
Time takes its time it takes so long
And the wine tastes like wine but it's all wrong, all wrong
Phone calls photographs fill up an empty glass, I'll send you a song about home
Time takes its time, when you're gone, time flies by fast.
When you're here, and I'm here, it's a cruel tick tock wanna' stop that clock
When I'm here, and you're there.
Time takes its time it takes so long
And the wine tastes like wine but it's all wrong, all wrong
Phone calls photographs like sand in the hourglass, can only hold up for so long
Time takes its time, when you're gone, time takes its time, when you're gone
I am, on an island
Writer/s: Bill Diluigi, Brian Desveaux, Brooke Moriber