Time I got an awful lot of time Kicking it together with my baby in the back of her mind And it flows down the harbours and the coasts Painting me her pieces in the ceiling Writing love dialogue I’ve labeled her hair as home And my heart as half It’s quite simple, I just ask you to save my soul It’s not that hard Time I got an awful lot of time Kicking it together with My baby in the back of her mind And it flows up and down and back and forth Painting me her pieces in the ceiling Writing love dialogue All these tears stored for years Just insane amounts It's confusing, I don't really strive for anything anymore And I'm so young I thought you’d help me through it eventually