The Garden
(专辑: Clockwork Angels - 2012)
In this one of many possible worlds All for the
best, or some bizarre test It is what it is, and whatever Time is still the
infinite jest The
arrow flies when you dream; The
hours tick away The
cells tick away The
Watchmaker keeps to his schemes The
hours tick away They tick away The
measure of a
life is a
measure of love and respect; So hard to earn, so easily burned The
measure of a
life is a
measure of love and respect; So hard to earn, so easily burned In the
fullness of time A
garden to nurture and protect In the
rise and the
set of the
sun Until the
stars go spinning, spinning 'round the
night Oh, it is what is it is, and forever; Each moment, a
memory in flight The
arrow flies while you dream; The
hours tick away The
cells tick away The
Watchmaker has time up his sleeves The
hours tick away They tick away The
measure of a
life is a
measure of love and respect; So hard to earn, so easily burned In the
fullness of time A
garden to nurture and protect (It's a
measure of a
life) The
treasure of a
life is a
measure of love and respect: The
way you live, the
gifts that you give In the
fullness of time Is the
only return that you expect The
future disappears into memory With only a
moment between Forever dwells in that moment; Hope is what remains to be seen Forever dwells in that moment; Hope is what remains to be seen In the
fullness of time A
garden to nurture and protect (It's a
measure of a
life) In the
fullness of time A
garden to nurture and protect (It's a
measure of a
life) In the
fullness of time A
garden to nurture and protect (It's a
measure of a
life) In the
fullness of time A
garden to nurture and protect It's a
measure of a
life It's a
measure of a
life It's a
measure of a
life It's a
measure of a
life