No Time Machine

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Don't run away with my heart
Don't let this tears wash the earth
Because time will cease to move
And the rain will feel replaced

Give me something to hold onto
Even if it is a thin line of memory
Because the wind is blowing me away
Just like ashes scattered in the bay

I close my eyes, I close my eyes
Tight enough to hold you in my head
Wishing I could go back in time
To mend my broken ways

I pinch myself, I pinch myself
Quite enough to feel it in my heart
May be if I went back in time
My heart won't be breaking like unleavened bread.

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