Kevin Devine
Matter of Time
Sunday was short and slow and lovelySlept in past noon, woke up, made coffeeAnd somewhere between the sheets and showerWe talked about the son and daughterThat we don’t have but imagined at our sideWell, it’s only a matter of timeSometimes my love grows disenchantedWhen so much she gives I take for grantedBut I’m well-aware that she’s my compassThe strawberry sun, God’s grace and sweetnessAnd when I forget, when it somehow slips my mindWell, it’s only a matter of timeIt’s a matter of timeTil I break the blinders fastened to my eyesAnd I can see youYeah, it’s only a matter of timeI found the truth inside the patternOf furious sound and ceaseless clatterThe peace in the painful search for meaningYou are the myth made real this eveningAnd a million more before the clocks unwindIt’s only a matter of time
From Letras Mania