Still time goes, nighttime, bedtime, slow RNB
In the background. Indeed
It's high time for a sweet story; I'm hoping for
a happy tune
In the final verse of this lullaby
Despite all that surrounds and because

I'm too worn out to really reach high
Anymore
That's what you used to say all the time
You don't say anymore
Anymore
And all our endings are as sugarless as time
which keeps still