Something's drawn tears from this day

Bones of minutes wiped them away

Hours and evenings draw an endless line

I forget the names given by the time

They've been running around and round

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 wiped them away

Hours and evenings become an endless line

Forgotten names are sunken in time