And so good morning baby New Year
Its father time and
Im ticking away
As the clock strikes twelve
And the room starts to spin
You look so lovely
Comatose
As the liquid fire
Burns your throat
A singe
And Im s**ed into
that portal once again. And now Im on my way
Gloves off and the battle is done
And now Im on my way
Sleep now my lover, lover
Im on my way So what's your excuse for playing god? Good morning baby New Year
Its father time
Im slowly keeping age under my skin
And when the gla** begins to empty grains
Ill remember all the time's ill sing
Over these black and whites
My fingers fight
The epic battle of a melody.
But the truth is Im scared of me.