Peter Murphy, from his solo album, Love Hysteria.
Make me a mannered, a mannered thing Carved of wood, a life force thing Give it an arm, that points to the earth And a hand, that points at me No matter where I stand No matter where I stand And knows all that we can’t see
The clock cannot be turned With remorseful yearns Time has nothing to do with it You would see, you would see If you were three again And did it all the same Fate drives you insane Fate drives you insane
And did you throw you in the road Put your face to shame Did you think your mouth could teach Make you think you think It’s got a lot to do with It’s got a lot to do Let’s get nothing, nothing askew
Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it
Change is insane with eyes that blame And morals that blank the lines Of transmissions new If only we knew It’s not all happening here There blanks are scarce And blindness is forgot Is forgot
The perfect plan Is not the man Who tells you You are wrong
Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it
Disappear into the clear And visions understood Wrestle now and shout the vow The illusion is the pain The illusion is the pain
Time has got nothing to do with it Time has got nothing to do with it Time
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