We grow old and again we grow old
Even age cannot stand the step of time
The clouds do move and change alone without us
Though through our eyes we make them live again.
And we grow old, again old
Was youth ever a game we played or wished for?
Wipe away a mother’s blood, oh screaming brow
We lost that game the day we fell to earth.
And so the clock ticks and tricks our eyes
To see the day where light has not yet wandered
Hard blowing over us, unbreathable time,
We are gone before your hands can loose our skin.
