From the album Painkiller CD Wavs 44.1 16 bit
The shorter days have blackened my mood;
it's dark when I get home, the clock has turned the fool.
I know what night can bring, so I put off sleep.
That's when the emptiness comes to kill me.
BUT EVERYTHING I HAVE IS MINE AND
I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON TIME SWEET TIME.
Winter's come and I'm cold to the bone.
Mind's working overtime and my heart can't find its home.
Memories arrive like uninvited guests -
can't take it when they come
but when they leave I like it less.
BUT EVERYTHING I DO IS FINE AND I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON TIME SWEET TIME.
la la la la...
BUT EVERYTHING I HAVE IS MINE AND I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON TIME SWEET TIME.
The longer days have lifted my mood.
It's bright when I get home but I miss you.