Sisters Of Mercy

Heres the story
No time to lose (like the present)
Now Ive lost my friends
Now Ive lost friends
Its not my party,
Never will be
Feeling out-of-place,
Im not happy
A touch of the storm cloud...
Roughage in a comradeship and conversations
Conversations, everythings so run-of-the-mill
We stand still...
And time slips back,
And time slips back...
Back to the garden,
Time slips back
Back in the dark rooms
Time slips back