I Think We're Past That Now

I can hear The sound coming out of them But I don't seem to be able To comprehend I can feel Their bullets fly through me But I think i've decided They don't work on me And I guess I should thank you By the way, for helping me, me To open my head And I guess I should thank you and letting it all out For showing me the way To be free (To be free) (To be free) (To be free) (To be free) (To be free) (To be free) Sweeping broad strokes With my lathe of heaven paint right over every last trace Sweeping broad strokes With my lathe of heaven paint right over every last trace I can hear The sound coming out of them But I don't seem to be able To comprehend I can feel Their bullets fly through me But I think i've decided They don't work on me And I guess I should thank you By the way, for helping me, me To open my head And I guess I should thank you For helping me letting all that get out Sweeping broad strokes With my lathe of heaven paint right over every last trace Sweeping broad strokes With my lathe of heaven paint right over every last trace Sweeping broad strokes With my lathe of heaven paint right over every last trace (We have all the time in the world) every last trace (we have all the time in our world) 'Cause ive decided (we have all the time in our world) There is nothing else but You and me (we have all the time in our world) 'Cause ive decided (we have all the time in our world) There is nothing else but You and me (we have all the time in our world)