I was speaking of times
Of a restless time where I might be inclined to offer sympathy
I was speaking of times
Of a restless time where I might be inclined to find a remedy
I was speaking of times
Of a restless time where I might be inclined to live a memory
I was speaking of times
Of a restless time where I might be reminded of your beautiful eye
Of mine
You are my remedy... aye-aye
Oh mine
I keep singing in time
Of a mind that I am implied to be kind of my morality
I keep singing in time
Of a mind that I may find the design of my own destiny
I keep singing in time
Of a mind that I wouldn't mind that in time within a melody
That in singing in time
I may find the design of my mind within sight of my own memory
Even if I could
Even if I should
Decide with my own fate
That I may one day say
That I was never
That I was never enough in my eyes
To decide on my own fate
Then I may find no mind
I was speaking of times
Of a restless time where I might be inclined to offer sympathy
I was speaking of times
Of a restless time where I might be inclined to find a remedy
I keep singing in time
Of a mind that I wouldn't mind that in time within a melody
That in singing in time
I may find the design of my mind within sight of my own beautiful...