Imagine that you possessed everything
the materiality that only money brings
but now you're surrounded by all of your pretty things
you're drowning in this swamp of your design and longing for meaning...
cause every dog, will have his day
and for every lie that's told something fades a waaaaaaay.
now imagine that you find yourself well past grown
now you've built a castle out of everything you own

but the fountain of youth you desire, all your money will never get
and now it's too late to do anything, but drink from a bucket of regret...
cause every dog will have his day
and for every lie that's told something fades away!
like every color from a distance looks like gray
all that we have is time before we pass awayyyyyyyy.
every dog will have his day
and for every lie that's told something has to fade
like every color from a distance looks like gray
all we have is time and then one day...we all pass away