the time has come to speak of many things of jacks and queens and kings
i bared my wrists and promised to begin but you cut the blade straight in
the time has come: let's play find the missing song there is something very wrong
try hard my love do you hear the distant strings please remember what this means
did i come back for all of this? it seems absurd somehow... with one well-placed flick of the wrist you've really done it now...
(all of my blind ambition left me deaf with perfect vision)
the time has come for things to come undone that we should not have begun
at last i felt a numbness overcome and now you turn and run...
the time has come to take me in your arms and touch these fragile scars
you have the choice now so decide if you want in or out there is too much left for us to try you cant just give up now
the time has come to speak of many things of jacks and queens and kings
it took that cut to bring me back to life theyre bleeding and theyre frightened still i hold out both my hands: no one in the world will ever touch me there again.