I suppose time is one of those things
Try to explain what it is...

There she is again
Speaking in a language...

I see all of these people
Dying for someone to hear them...

Oh My Love,
How dare you...

With creation
Comes prosperity...

All those things I miss are followed by all that I...
So to complain and ask for it all back...

Through all of our turmoil
I couldn't realize why I was holding on...

Its hard to hide from the fears inside,
the fires of anger overflowing with the need to...

If i fell would u catch me
take me by the hand...

Tell me your secrets tell me your fears
perhaps there will be my thought entwined...

And i will ask the question
with your questioning face at it's side...

Ive never cared this type of caring before
It hurts when I see your blank face...