There is no way to tell when you've gone to far until it's to late
We constantly push the limits till the very date we stop breathing
And even in that last breathe we still don't know what had brought us here until it's to late
Bottom line
It's about time
Because the death of the ones we love is just another way to tell it
As if we couldn't tell we were loosing time
No our wrist watches told us, but we didn't listen
Can the world not hold us all
We can't know until it's to late, so don't check the date
So turn off the clock we don't have enough time to talk
Bottom line we all run out of time.
