Time, time goes by.
Nothing to do, nothing to say to you,
nothing is real or true,
how does it feel.
Things go on through your mind,
life is all what you find,
in the things far behind,
all we have is the past.
When, when will it end.
People go on, living their lives in vain,
living their lives insane.
In the future ahead
when all creatures are dead,
and nothing more can be said,
all we have is the past.
The sun's in the sky,
the sky gets on brighter.
The sound of springtime's nearer
floating with the breeze of the wind.
Where can we find - an answer to life?
Where can we find - and aid for our minds?
Do we believe?
Feeling the sound of our memory
feeling the shades of eternity,
and wake up free.
Knowing that you're free of pain,
floating with the wind and rain
you'll see what life can be
after you're gone.
Time, time goes by,
nothing to do, nothing to say to you,
how does it feel.
In the future ahead
when all creatures are dead,
and nothing more can be said,
all we have is the past.
Nothing to do, nothing to say to you,
nothing is real or true,
how does it feel.
Things go on through your mind,
life is all what you find,
in the things far behind,
all we have is the past.
When, when will it end.
People go on, living their lives in vain,
living their lives insane.
In the future ahead
when all creatures are dead,
and nothing more can be said,
all we have is the past.
The sun's in the sky,
the sky gets on brighter.
The sound of springtime's nearer
floating with the breeze of the wind.
Where can we find - an answer to life?
Where can we find - and aid for our minds?
Do we believe?
Feeling the sound of our memory
feeling the shades of eternity,
and wake up free.
Knowing that you're free of pain,
floating with the wind and rain
you'll see what life can be
after you're gone.
Time, time goes by,
nothing to do, nothing to say to you,
how does it feel.
In the future ahead
when all creatures are dead,
and nothing more can be said,
all we have is the past.