I want to see details previously veiled.
I want to grab that chance, carry it home
so I can know
That I noticed every chance
that I could have passed without notice
I saw details that to all were veiled.
If it's bleak, or if the week's leaking down the street
or if any days wasted I want to face facts.
My time on this earth is my only penny,
wise is the gent counting every moment spent.
I don't want to explain things, don't wanna fill in the gaps,
I want to look at my friends and in that minute be at …
Memories are times we borrow
for spending tomorrow.
Memories are times we borrow
for spending tomorrow.
I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed
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