Over there that little mountain rises, while some others into a plain. Time redefines and falls in sadness, grain by grain ... "Time, my dear, heals all the wounds", the two-tongues seem to say. But nothing, nothing changes here, pain remains and will not go away.
"I went weak, as I old, and time itself has made me slow ... And as I my eyes in sadness, a thousand seasons come and go ..."
Might to cover all and also cruel enough to reveal, but all the wounds and scars he carries neither force nor kiss can heal.
Time heals nothing, nothing, ... turns away and laughs. Leaves you half-broken and in defiance is only added scar ... (x2)
Call it "blind" how he is writhing, counting hours, ... The pain it grows and glows in tides, unable to vanish, unwilling to ...
Time nothing, nothing, nothing ... 'till we're diving into different flesh. Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing - Petrified some unnameable shame...
"Time's fingers claw, I am losing hold". say: "There is no hope for you on earth. Time either or maybe rushing ... - In any case it will always turn out worse ..." Time is fleeting, time still, it stops for no-one and you are trapped within. But I do dream of the light - You're falling back into the left-hand side...
"How I wish what I was and rest in final peace ... But even the luxury of death can't cure the wounds that time heal ..."