All that time

All the time
the beauty costs a dime
What a whine
It cost us a dime
and all this time

Run away and lose it again
Run away and lose it like a grain of sand
Soak up the fey;
let's run away

All that work
The greatest feeling of torque
What a fork
Play open and easy
or play to the cork

Write away the rosaries
Write away the pain pressure of seas
Soak up the fey
Let's run right away.

All that time
Thrown to touch divine
Babel baked a rabble
now we've rabble aligned.
For the time