Is It Time? by Wingfield

Lyrics: All the little losses, how they cripple us cut by cut My breath’s already ragged You keep saying we’ve just begun Where’s my head I’ve been dead for years anyway Well I’ll believe in ghosts but not in god Could I still turn it around? Well I’m too tired now to find it out Nothing that I say, that you say is plain A shimmering farewell to pain, to everything To everything Is it time? Is it time? Is it time? Is it time? All the good memories, you get high See them dying before your eyes Now I know what it’s like Nothing that I say, that you say is plain A shimmering farewell to pain, to everything To everything Is it time? Is it time? Is it time? Is it time? Well I know it’s time

Genre

Indie