Time

"Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl;

the boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street.

And when they're on a roll, she pulls a razor from her boot

and a thousand pigeons fall around her feet.

 

So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips,

as the dish outside the window fills with rain,

just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart,

and pay the fiddler off till I come back again...

 

Oh, it's time, time, time;

and it's time, time, time;

and it's time, time, time that you love –

And it's time, time, time."

 

- Tori Amos (covering Tom Waits)

'Time'

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