The Face on the Tintype - dreamend

Time is running out for you

And yet you keep saying

«Put me in your pocket

And I‘ll show you everything»

I cannot feel for you

Dear and it’s true

This moment could last

But it ends now with you

Blame me there’s no second chances

It doesn’t matter anyway

We’re already dead and buried

And we have no say

«I can’t stop falling down»

Pick yourself up

«I won’t go home with you»

Drink from this cup

Now you’re getting sleepy and I must tell you the truth

What you drank tonight will ultimately kill you

Don’t struggle my dear because time’s been good to you

And with this goodnight I will bid you adieu