Time Machine Lyrics By Jana Horn
There’s no way to prove I’ve changed. No time will tell my stories.
When your mind’s made up, there is no history to retell,
To explain in different ways now that you know yourself.
I swore I saw your face in the multicolored window,
Instructing me to search for the color that completes our time machine.
There’s nothing that I can say, with so much on your mind that does not involve me.
You’re on the blow-up bed and I’m in the guest suite,
Trying to fall asleep in a house that has no room for me.
I swore I saw her face in the light against the window,
Instructing me to search through the debris for the key to the time machine.