Letra de We All Come Around

Oh the lamps, the ones that burn so bright; How they shine
Tell me which oil's right
Who owns the lamps and will know just how they'll burn?
I've made them mine; I should get a turn
Time can move both fast and slow but it has a mind of its own
Whatever speed I hope it will choose is never the one it wants to use
We all come around
And if I serve two masters, how will I know which one is in my heart while the other is on my shoulder?