It's a time where time is time
Is moving on as i move on
In the day where all the light is
Wishing that the night would come
In the night, a wait for hours
Waiting for the crack of dawn
In the move around, and round and round
In hoping that the change would come
We move around and round and round
Hoping that the change would come
These hands could heal your wounds
These hands could bring you down
These hands could heal your wounds
These hands could bring you down
It's high time