I need you to make some sense of time
Every movement making more of rhyme
If I lose my line you'll still be mine
Tambourine
Some would sell their soul for shifting sands
I'm content with what I have in hand
Nothing sealed inside ever caught the light
Tambourine
And if I change they'll hear the difference you see
Is that because that I've been following you
Or you've been following me
And when I break down you won't know where to be
I had you thinking I was following you
But you were following me
I need you to make some sense of time
Every movement making more of rhyme
If I lose my line you'll still be mine
Tambourine