the time has come to speak of many things   of jacks and queens and kings      i bared my wrists and promised to begin   but you cut the blade straight in      the time has come: let's play find the missing song   there is something very wrong      try hard my love do you hear the distant strings   please remember what this means      did i come back for all of this?   it seems absurd somehow...   with one well-placed flick of the wrist   you've really done it now...      (all of my blind ambition left me deaf with perfect vision)      the time has come   for things to come undone   that we should not have begun      at last i felt a numbness overcome   and now you turn and run...      the time has come   to take me in your arms and touch these fragile scars      you have the choice now so decide   if you want in or out   there is too much left for us to try   you cant just give up now      the time has come   to speak of many things   of jacks and queens and kings      it took that cut to bring me back to life   theyre bleeding and theyre frightened still i hold out both my hands:   no one in the world will ever touch me there again.