Woorden: Beth Hart. Immortal. State Of Mind.

i can't tell between the two
it's all the same to me
too late, too far behind
i can't tell what's on your mind
life's a state of mind
gimme gimme time


gimme gimme time
as i lie beneath the sky
and with every passing fear
i speak to fireflies
my sorrow disappears
colors in my tears
change thought out the years
oh gimme time
gimme gimme time

oh gimme time


la la la yi la
no lesson here
no lesson

i speak to fireflies
and with every passing fear
as i lie beneath the sky
my sorrow disappears
slowly disappears
colors in my tears
gimme gimme time

oh give me time
oh give me time
gimme gimme time