Time's A Ticker - Amelia Curran

You’re just a sad excuse for how I’ve grown cold

You are a reverie and I’m just a road

Rolled over and trampled on let go and then gone

Lying in wait for you to move things along

Time’s a table turnin' round

Time’s a ticker it never lets down

I’m a fortune of fever and lust

Time do what you must

You’re just the same old news of what I live for

You are the tempests blues and I’m the red shore

Rolled over and trampled down and tumbled in prayer

And soaking those blues all up and keeping you near

Time’s a table turnin' round

Time’s a ticker it never lets down

I’m a fortune of fever and lust

Time do what you must