We're going gray, we're going frail Like the walls The walls around us pictures of the past The telephone that never rings The postman he never brings The message from the new town The consequence of time
Time can be cruel, remembering my youth I will take your hand And travel to my past Then I'll dancing with you Crying for you, Still I'm listening to my mind We can't hold back the consequence of time
Another day the same old dream Your loving pain will always keep me young The consequence of time