It’s hard to think when the wind blows
Cause my back is turned and my ears are numb
And I can’t hear what you mean
I’m tired of listening
I’m tired of talking to you
Chorus
Be up in time to wake me
Be up in time to take me
Be up in time the last is yours
Be up in time my last resort
Verse II
We never get where we are going
Build me up you just tear me down
My fingers hold on to nothing
Nothing at all
Your hand and nothing more
