Something 's drawn tears from this day
Bones of minutes've wiped them away
Hours and evenings've become an endless line
I forget the names're given by the time
...they've been running running running around
Cycles of this coloured dream
Details of some faded scene
Cycles of the years I lost
I wish to take the hands of dust...
Cycles of this painted spell
Stolen sound of a silenced bell
Remains of the years I lost
Oh how I wish to take the hands of dust...
Something 's drawn tears from this day
Bones of minutes've wiped them away
Hours and evenings draw an endless line
Forgotten names are sunken in time