Time Is Killing Me - Crossfire

There’s a girl, lives across the street

She’s got this way of looking at me

When I close my eyes I see her face

It takes me away, away from this place

I wonder if she’ll be around by tomorrow

Time will tell, you know that’s for sure

Time is killing me

Time is killing me

Time is killing me

Something everyone’s gotta see

Where she comes from, don’t you know

A rotted old shack from across the road

You don’t want to get to know her

No, no, no!

It’s a hell of a lot easier to ignore her

I see her walking in her old blue jeans and wore out shoes

On a long lonely road that nobody knows

New days start for tomorrow’s end

And that’s the way it was, oh way back then

Time is killing me

Time is killing me

Time is killing me

Something everyone’s gotta see