The thing with you
The thing with you
The thing with you
The thing with you

Time is of the essence
Time is of the essence

You are the city, the room, the weather
The flights, the plan
The reason and what excites the band
The strobes, the drugs, the heights
And how pics look in black and white
The kids, their hair, their shoes
And how they step their clothes with stripes in black and white
You are the album, its songs, their notes
The night, its stars, their sex
Their moves, their light

Time is the thing with you
The thing with you
The thing with you
The thing with you

I’ll even throw in the apples