Time Machine

There's no way to prove I've changed No time will tell my stories When your mind's made up There is no history to retell To explain in different ways now that you know yourself And I swore, I saw Your face in the multicolored window Instructing me To search for the color that completes our Time machine There's nothing that I can say With so much on your mind That does not involve me You're on the blow-up bed and I'm in the guest suite Trying to fall asleep in a house that has no room for me And I sworе (I swore) I saw Her face in thе light against the window Instructing (instructing) me To search through the debris for the key to The time machine