Take This Time
© 1991 by Joe Strell
Hell is really made of ice, you know
Burning for the way things might have been
Love that sets the seasons straight
--wait, there's time--
Has to take the same advice it gave away
If we're going to stay, let's close the door
Open until someone comes along
Piercing through fear's disguise
Patience drawn with civil eyes
Ancient roses thorn the lane
Brutal ways that stake their claim
Seize this breath before we die
Clinging while we pass away
Take this time
Take this time
We know how to whisper through the wall
Even when the feverish eyes stare within a vision blind
Hold the tongue to lick the wounded hand
Waiting for the chance to understand
Seize this breath before we die
Clinging while we pass away
Take this time
Take this time
Seize this breath before we die
Clinging while we pass away
Take this time
Take this time...
