The Perfect Time - New Disorder

turning a whisper into a breath

say the word I can’t explain anymore…

it’s easy to feel, when you’re about to believe that it’s true

put your hands on my eyes close them so I can’t see that you’re

fading away until the end of the perfect time we wore out before

still trying to recall all the ways

all the places we have been or just wished to be

thousands good words we filled our time by to feel alive

Was waiting, was dreaming, was turning around

now I’m burning, and strugglin' and tryin' to carry on

put your hands on my eyes close them so I can’t see that you’re

fading away until the end of the perfect time we wore out before

leave me now, Got nothing to complain

that’s all I’ve found, our time is over now

Just take your chance, the game is almost over

no more time will follow…