There are debts to be paid there are plans to be made when you find that your lover has been lying little bombs get set off in your mind and the soft hand of time on your body burns like acid and time blows away these things do you hate when I say these things? and all your troubles in time subside they go down, down, down there are layers to this thing to this old vibrating string and our worries can be settled in a theory paper I don't forgive you but I know where to put things in the whole scheme of everything, we are crazy but no one's perfect and time blows away these things do you hate when I say these things? and all your troubles in time subside they go down, down, down