Time is a valuable thing, watch it fly by as the
pendulum swings. watch it count down to the end of
the day. the clock ticks life away.
I didnt look out below, watched the time go right
out the window, tryed to hold on but didnt even
know, wasted it all just to watch it go.
I kept everything inside, though I tried it all
fell apart.
what it meant to me will be a memory of a time
when I put my trust in you, pushed as far as I can
go, but in the end it doesnt even matter... cause
you're gone.

איך אפשר הוא ואני כאשר אב קובר את בנו והאם מוחה דמעה היתכן שאין כבר דרך חזרה?