St Peter's Gate

Thank you for calling from india fall

But baby I was living gently past

The time will fly when you are gone

But the moments are missed you'll see me wholly lone

But I'll remember all the words I wrote for you

And whisper them to you as time slides through

When you go

Go away from me

Don't stray from me

And I will wait till the doors of it turn and tilt close

Until that day you may consider me yours

And when you fall out of your path

I know you'll stay yourself home and back

But time will be given to me

Time will be given to me

Time will be given to me

Oh in the slowing of the world

Oh in the slowing of the world

Go away from me

Don't stray from me

Get away from me

But come home to me

Oh in the slowing of the world

Oh in the slowing of the world