I’m come streaming downFrom the undergroundWhere I know I’ll hear your nameAnd some words you knowAre Bound to goBut are better left unsaidBut we all miss you and I’d love to hear your voiceComing down to the doorthe words he said, running through your headLife is such a fine line, staring at the bright, promise me you’ll be alrightIn time, in timeLife is such a fine line, staring at the bright lightscause we all miss you, and I’d love you hear your voiceIn time, In timeI don’t claim to knowHow things are meant to goBut I can clearly seeYou’re suffering needlesslySo take this fine adviceand promise me you’ll be alrightIn time, in time, in time