January, February, March
The days are marching forward
April, May, June and July
They fly like a hummingbird
August, September, October
The year is almost over
November, December arrives
Another year is gone
Time is an illusion
Time is a curse
Time is all these things and worse
But our time is now
Our time is now
Let us sing before our time runs out
Time is a mockingbird
The embers of what we were
But the years are still burning in my veins
And my time is now
My time is now
Let us sing before our time runs out
Time is illusion
Time is a curse
Time is all these things and worse
But our time is now
Our time is now
Let us sing before our time runs out
