Songtexte: Ride. Time Of Her Time.

She turns her face to the wall

She sees hew sorrow there

Puts out her hand to touch it

Again and again

Fingernail marks in the morning

Wallpaper silhouettes

Signs of her yesterdays

Can't ever be wiped away



She thought I would care

Thought that I'd be there

Think again



Your face I've seen in visions

In silver rippling sky

No feelings, reactions

As I pass you by

Weeks compressed to minutes

This time is her time

Let me just once

Be cruel without being kind