In time, only time, we'll speak for time,
On a quiet night of a white hot day.
Whisper the things that will come our way,
On a quiet night of a white hot day.
Hold back the years, hold back the years.

Time calls, time cries, sounds like a friend of mine.
Time will run to meet, the slick and shiny beat,
That creeps to me through time.
While away below, the whirlwinds will blow,
A pretty nation sleeps in time.
The beauty of it is,
We'll wake up to, shake the hand of time.

In time, only time, in time, only time, in time,
On a quiet night of a white hot day.
Whisper the things that will come our way,
On a quiet night of a white hot day.
Hold back the tears, hold back the tears,
In time, only time, we'll speak for time,
On a quiet night of a white hot day.
Whisper the things that will come our way,
On a quiet night of a white hot day.
Hold back the tears, hold back the tears.

In time, only time,
Quiet night of a white hot day.
Whisper the things that will come our way,
On a quiet night of a white hot day.
Roll back the years, roll back the years,
In time, only time, we'll speak for time.
On a quiet night,
Hold back the tears to another day.

Quiet night of a white hot day.
Hold back the tears, hold back the tears.
Time, only time, speak for time,
Quiet night of a white hot day.
Whisper the things that will come our way,
On a quiet night of a white hot day.
Roll back the years, roll back the years,
In time, only time, speak for time,
Quiet night of a white hot day.
Hold back the tears to another day,
Quiet night of a white hot day.