Well the ring it was broken
And well the geese they had flown
And it was as if we had never spoken
Like a breeze down a deep old well
But if you choose yours over mine
You got know it was just a conflict in time
And I saw the language of token
Being spoken at the grand hotel
And I saw the window was broken
Just like our love cast a spell
Well if you prove you need me and mine
I can say it feels just like a conflict in time
And the fuse was lit in the valley
And it lit up the dark caves as well
And the turn of the shaft of the drill cut the draft
From the miners who tell
Me all about the sun dials that they miss trapped down there in hell
But if you blow out their candle and laugh down the line
You can't stand there and tell me it was too much to handle
When we both know it was just a conflict in time
Yes I thought I knew how you were stuck
Yes I lifted the bell, that hung on your photograph
Of you riding right into hell,
And I rang you on the telegraph
But the operator complained of the knell
When she rang off your voice came so soft
Saying darling well why can't you tell
That it is not just how you left that night
It was the light down the stair well
That flickered on and off, like a witch's cough
And I needed you to stay on the line
Well what I need it doesn't matter she said then the line went dead,
she hung off
I knew then why the angels fear to tread
Because it's all just a conflict in time
