first time our eyes met But this time it's over wars, your payback, you're wanting more Is gonna make this all over for us Dear Lucid, your time is
time of our life tonight? I'm saying, didn't we have the time of our life tonight? I'm saying, didn't we have the time of our life tonight? Oh yeah,
Translation: Richie, Lionel. Time Of Our Life.
have the time of our life tonight (I'm saying) Didn't we have the time of our life tonight Didn't we have the time of our life tonight Didn't we dance
time our eyes met But this time it's over wars Your payback, you're wanting more is gonna make this all over for us Dear Lucid, your time is right
you are always pushing me you are always pushing me We're just wasted prayers without holding onto your embrace and realizing life is worth living Accepting acceptance Time after time
My voice fell at the word of yours in my heart My shallow ideas fall far before your feet To know all of these would be to know your hand But my frailty
three strands is not easily broken As time unfolds we'll see uncertainties take flight It's clear that tomorrow's just a chance a chance that we cannot take In time
you tell me? How is it that you bring the heavens to this empty room? There is not one thing about you that fails to amaze me I have wasted so much time
highest a place that no other will touch These days we've been back and forth so it's all or nothing now This is our story our testimony and strength
Here we are unfaithful with our words Choices made that separate life and love leaving empty eyes and hands that dare not touch the truth Honestly dishonest
Gasping for one breath of resolution I'm left with burns in the third degree to a degree of failure You failed me I failed you Just one piece of the
truth. belief? The point that stands Beginning, reason It's the breaking of a heart I've been put down and let down But I've been touched cared for and held onto Cried many times
To the author of this dream To the maker of these wings I will fly with tonight Words fail to touch my thanks They hold no weight and leave us cold You
it back Before your brain hit the pan Sean from Detroit Lupe from Chicago land But both of our chains say made in Japan German engineers design both of the sedans Ride with Mr. Right on time
We are a generation twisted by our myth Confused and ludicrous, holding on to love Consumed by all the pleasures in our midst A life without the lips
