Matter of TIme

It's not a question of why or where or when or what.
Don't even try to pretend or lie or hide away.
It's just a matter of time, in hours, or weeks, or years.
Is that a reason to stay, or go, or wander through?

I remember the time
I can still see your face
Was it lemon or lime?
There wasn't a trace

If it was easy to see, or feel, or hold, or touch
If it was something you said, or tried to hide away
It's just a matter of time in hours or weeks or years
Don't even try to explain or find a reason why

Do you remember the day?
Not a clue in the sky
You said it's better this way
And I agreed with your lie

If I only had known, or thought, or wasted time
I could see you again
and find the words to fly
In just a matter of time, in hours, or weeks, or years
It's just a question of when or where, I wonder why?