It's a time where time is time Is moving on as i move on In the day where all the light is Wishing that the night would come In the night, a wait for hours Waiting for the crack of dawn In the move around, and round and round In hoping that the change would come We move around and round and round Hoping that the change would come These hands could heal your wounds These hands could bring you down These hands could heal your wounds These hands could bring you down It's high time