Time by Whitlams
It's been some months and here she is again
In the room where we did it all
Careless reminders of another girl staying here
Are hard to ignore
She don't feel jealous no, she just feels strange
Time is doing well by us
Beautiful when love fades slowly
And we talk with the ease of old
Later on, cooling down slow
Nothing between us solved
Our love is fading, but how could you tell?
It's killing the pain, sparing the love
It's doing well by us
Time
Time
Time is doing well by us
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