Time is a peculiar thing -   the less that you have, the more you begin to feel it   Much like love, the difference is - if we could cross the line   we could be making love, we could be never making anymore time      (it's true)      When I came, did your whole life change   or was it just shelves and mirrors I rearranged   in your house?      A house so big, that when I entered in spring   by the time I woke up in the upstairs bedroom   it was snowing      Do you look to me to fill this space?   Do you look to me to erase your past mistakes?      There is something achingly sweet   in the tone of the years you've spent searching, incomplete   And I am your lucky star   - why don't you leave your airlock ajar      The slow hand caresses the face   as the hours pass by, and hours turn into days   And you bleed while trying to smile   but the cut's too deep, so you open wide   and for a band-aid I'm   unraveling too quick      So pass it on, you've had your fun   Let some others share their pain with everyone   Just pass it on, you've had your fun   Let some others share their pain with everyone      Insane, completely insane   how you let me get in, and hurt you once again   I am your lucky break   - breaking each bone by mistake      I am your lucky star!   Why don't you leave your airlock ajar      please, baby, please, for your own good   leave it open