After we were done painting the town We had colored ourselves faded Spinning iron seemed to be pointing down The time that tree pitch was drippin' It's so hard, and we never quite can tell When the soft hand becomes grated But it's true, I lost my voice over you It seemed to force me to listen I needed truth, and to find myself But maybe right now I need a minute But maybe right now I need a minute We watched the treetops, light up like a flare And finally all the dust had settled But it's true, I lost my voice over you It seemed to force me to listen I needed truth, and to find myself through But maybe right now I need a minute But maybe right now I need a minute Press your face to the cold frosted glass And watch the seasons breathe It's true, I lost my voice over you It seemed to force me to listen I needed truth and to find myself through But maybe right now I need a minute Maybe right now I need a minute Maybe right now I need... Maybe right now I need a minute Maybe right now I need a minute