Take you're name off of the list Your static presence goes unmissed But your missery undoubtedly Would read like fable poetry Seeping sour resistance And i don't know but i've been told That drudgery will make you old We're engineered for servitude Fatih or objectives sink subdued And i am sidetraked looking for you Looking for you Your time is my time Your time is my time Take a look outside Your feeble greatness withered dry I am not that honest, am i? Star outside so vacantly Endlessly detached from me If i'd known that i'd end up like Your absent husband, my callous wife I wouldn't have wasted all my time All of my time Your time is my time Your time is my time Take a look outside Your feeble greatness withered dry I am not that honest, am i? I am not that honest, am i?