But can't stop it melting away If we give it a while It'll soon turn to hate And when time is your healer you're racing against your decay Your image remains No matter what anyone does Your paper-thin ways Still enrapturing us When time is your healer things change, sometimes they change too much And all that is left is a smile we can no longer trust Give it five centuries or more You'll be frowning at us as we try to make sense of it all Hear Mona call For all of your charms All of our plans remain foiled You'll fold back your arms After lighting the oil When time is your healer you can't be too sure what's to come What starts with a smile might just end up as something less fun Give it five centuries or more You'll be frowning at us while too busy trying to keep score Give it five centuries or more You'll be scowling at us as we try to make sense of it all Hear Mona call