Your face expresses its years so seriously As the lamplight draws dark circles round your eyes And your mouth twists unexpected fate Into its natural shape And turns the dark into another form of light
Time expresses itself so suddenly People pass like strangers in the night They're just doing what they think is right On into an older way of life Where the dark is just another form of light
Every single thing I ever hope to see I held in my hands In the hope I'd never turn into a man I'm expected to be What you hold in your hand Is lost to memory
Dry your eyes in round circles You've been pulled into the ocean On an underflow of all our lonely hearts But solitude feels the same Whoever you blame Don't darkness become another form of light
Every single thing I ever hope to see I held in my hands In the hope I'd never turn into a man I'm expected to be Now I know that nothing is lost to memory