What it is, I will never know

The world revolves its resolve
How are you and how are your parents
I have been trying to call but no one is answering
Maybe we should just keep it apart
The ex bride I've become in the world with no resolve
Life turns out
To be the only thing that has a little bit of time
The tide of a man in his last day
How do we know
How do I make this work
We've given our past for the years to come
Followed the palette ballet
Our last turn of the century.
There is no righting wrongs
Just burying the lies that used to be.
Soon we ponder the final decisions
Soon we'll have the chance to know
We cant rectify the world and its time.
We don't have to go.
We can define together that it once was fair
dream of the day it'll all finally relax.