This time, I got nothing to say about it I'm about as still as water could be I won't fuck with anyone's arrangement Let's open up these boxes and see
Last time, the kettle was boiling over We made a mess of it I made a mess Sometimes, it's cloudy, and you drive yourself away And away is always something less
All I'm saying Nothing less than trying will do All I know Is that time will tell, time's a box Time might show that there's love in these boxes
I tried so often to summon my better angel But they're over the horizon once again I already tried to lock them all away Up high where the blood runs thin
I stepped across the dreaded green light And the self-inflicted wounds are slow to heal I couldn't climb the forest, couldn't see the tree I had to find my way by touch-and-feel
All I'm saying Nothing less than trying will do All I know Is that time will tell, time's a box Time might show that there's love
All I'm saying Nothing less than trying will do All I know Is that time's a bitch, time's a box Time might show that there's love in these boxes
Love in these boxes Love in these boxes
Compositores: David Van Cortlandt Crosby (Crosby David), Weldon Dean Parks (Dean Parks) ECAD: Obra #37533700