Over there that little mountain rises, while others dissolve into a plain. redefines itself and falls in sadness, grain by grain ... "Time, my dear, heals all the wounds", the echoes seem to say. But nothing, nothing here, this pain remains and will not go away.
"I went weak, as I grew old, and time itself has 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 nor kiss can ever heal.
Time heals nothing, nothing, ... Spitefully 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 heals nothing, nothing, ... Pushes 'till we're diving different flesh. Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing - Petrified with unnameable shame...
"Time's fingers claw, I am losing hold". They "There is no hope for you on earth. Time either still or maybe rushing ... - In any it will always turn out worse ..." Time is fleeting, time stands still, it for no-one and you are trapped within. But I do dream of the light - You're only falling back into the side...
"How I wish what I was and rest in final peace ... But even the luxury of death can't cure the that time cannot heal ..."