I do not know why I am giving this to you But here it is; The number of days left Instead of an ocean of time I painted a house - Around you - And locked the door Left you at the shore Until came the flood
No more, Can time bring mercy?, forgiveness? The ghosts can choose their houses to haunt
The thought of time Passing opened it for me I had never known what I need or heard, what you really meant By saying that I live (in) a house That would collapse By any minute to come As if washed by flood
No more, can time bring mercy?, forgiveness? The ghosts can choose their houses to haunt Or time be disarmed Like a weapon to stand still From these shores of time we will be exiled into
A place where things Obey Rules laid down Laws that are....
A place where things Obey Rules laid down Laws that are Heavy like walls of stone Like the shores washed by flood
No more, can time bring mercy?, forgiveness? The ghosts can choose their houses to haunt.
Noooo, No more, can time bring mercy?, forgiveness? The ghosts can choose their houses to haunt Heavy like walls of stone