Devine Lie’s ‘Life’s Such a Fickle Time’ takes us on a nostalgic journey, evoking memories of a bygone era when life was a wild adventure,
and love was an unforgettable first kiss
– written, produced and performed by Devine Lie.
Walking down an empty street
Mist claws round my errant feet
Footprints disappear in the damp
Shadows dance round the flickering tamp
A monochrome film
Of our time
A stark reminder
Of its prime
The time we were
As of One
The time when everything
Was such fun
A fleeting glimpse Of a time long gone
A time when we Partied to dawn
Just a peek
Through the hazy glass
Phantoms of a
Crumbling past
Take my hand Pull me back
Back from the future
Back to the rapture
Life’s such a fickle time
An ascending climb Reach the top
Such a drop
Peer through the swirling mist
That first kiss
Now we’re apart
Cry my weeping heart
Pull me back
Through the hazy glass
Make it work
Not just another farce
A fleeting glimpse
Of a time long gone
A time when we Partied to dawn
Just a peek
Through the hazy glass
Phantoms of a
Crumbling past
Life’s such a fickle time
An ascending climb Reach the top
Such a drop
Peer through the swirling mist
That first kiss
Now we’re apart
Cry my weeping heart
Pull me back
Through the hazy glass
Make it work
Not just another farce
Pull me Back
That First Kiss
