Now that everything's done
Now that you're meant to move on
Week ends and so does the dawn
Same beep - different tone

Now that you've eaten too fast
Traces of ghosts from the past
Good friends sign on the cast
Somethings weren't meant to last

It takes time, permits and troubled minds
It takes time to get back on track

Now that your best is all tried
Love lost and entry denied
Mum says it's alright to cry
Mum, she cries from inside

It takes time, permits and troubled minds
It takes time to get back on track

Now that you've dried up your tears
Made sure that everything's clear
Weepings that turn into cheers
Self-burnt stratosphere


Lyrics submitted by fendie

Home Office song meanings
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