Consequence Of Time Songtext / Lyric

We're going grey
we're going frail
like the walls
the walls around us
pictures of the past


the telephone
that never rings
the postman
that 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 listenign 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