Masking for A Friend

Well, there's no time for any questions So, I'm asking for a friend When did they find the time to hate? To what point this bitter end? Their bottom line makes me queasy It's too easy to insist On making plans for one's fellow man Against which the good can't resist Well, I don't know what this means but I can see me falling through Falling flat on my face, I mean Can't you see it too? Well, I don't know what this means but I can see me falling through Falling flat on my face, I mean Can't you see it too? So little time for any questions And, I'm masking for a friend Couldn't they make the time to love Take us to a sweeter end The autumn's fine, take it easy It's simpler not to resist Make mellow plans for the fruitful times Find a pathway through the mist Well, I don't know what this means but I can see me pulling through Not really losing face, I mean Can't you feel it too? Can't you feel it too? Words, music, vocals, guitar, bass, percussion, production dB/