My mind is about to explode into illness
As the colour drains away from your face
And the avenues of home are full of killers
Waiting in the night to seize the day
And my time is your time
And our time is now
Twenty twenty
We lost it
We lost it somehow
We lost it somehow
The brown eyed angels are real they're real alright
They just don't always know how to ease your pain
As the sermons fly by from the preaching crowds
You vindicate the thought of hanging around
And my time is your time
And our time is now
Twenty twenty
We lost it
We lost it somehow
We lost it somehow
We lost it
We lost it somehow
Twenty twenty
We lost it
We lost it
And my time is your time
And our time is now
Twenty twenty
We lost it
We lost it somehow
We lost it somehow