Beth Gibbons - Spider monkey

Time is but a memory The bitter note unsung Running Try to find salvation From the sorrow that is done For the life of me Will the sorrow rise For the thunder underlies all i see For time is but a memory Beautiful for some Feathered like a matured rose sun settle down Moments like a rainbow coloured sky How they come and go They come and go but why For unknown is our fortune And our fortune won't let go And our fail it will tie with the sun It will lie underneath Who will see For time is but a memory Beautiful for some Feathered like a matured rose sun settle down But it's all All for our future And our future will let go