Moving ever forward in our time and space, Think we know all the answers, think we found our place, But when time grows weary, our fury and our sound, This will be when time turns around.
Rising up from the ashes, every one is safe, Moving slowly backwards to the cradle from the grave, To just before we disappear ......the senses found, This will be when time turns around.
Finish at the beginning, start out at the end, Somewhere on the longway back, we'll meet again my friend, When the broken is mended, when the lost is found, This will be when time turns around.
When the broken is mended, when the lost is found, This will be when time turns around, This will be when time turns around.