There's a time for listening to the thunder,
There's a time for cleansing all the sins,
But there's a time when I'm slowly going under - this time isn't one of them,
No, this time isn't one of them.

There's a time when joy is so elusive, out of your grasp and three sheets to the wind,
There's a time crying is conducive, but this time isn't one of them,
No, this time isn't one of them.

Most of my life's been like a wedding, the moment where the bride and bridegroom kiss,
Sometimes I can believe all that I hope in - this moment, it feels like one of them,
This moment feels like one of them.

Four riders appear on the horizon,
Systems and superstructures will explode,
Peace will be a word for hypnotisers - this time isn't one of those,
No, this time isn't one of those.

That holy life should count for something, those blessed words ever be recalled,
Remember well who has really loved you,
To be loved is the best of all,
To be loved is the best of all,
To be loved is the best of all.