Вершы: Poor Old Lu. Now.
Don?t dream of hours gone by
Of seconds came and spent
Don?t wish on distant stars
Of worlds come and went
Oh, what do I see?
Tripping through the moments
And to my shame
I?ve longed for years and months and days and days
Don?t wait for cloudless skies
When the sun breaks in between
Don?t hope on fruitless things
What?s in our hands, on what is seen
Oh, what do I see?
Tripping through the moments
And to my shame
I?ve longed for years and months and days and days
Don?t swim in drowning grief
Anticipating the despair
Don?t choke the seeds of joy
Give them life and give them air
Oh, what do I see?
Tripping through the moments
And to my shame
I?ve longed for years and months and days and days
Since I held the hands
That bore my shame
I count the years and months and days and days
Of seconds came and spent
Don?t wish on distant stars
Of worlds come and went
Oh, what do I see?
Tripping through the moments
And to my shame
I?ve longed for years and months and days and days
Don?t wait for cloudless skies
When the sun breaks in between
Don?t hope on fruitless things
What?s in our hands, on what is seen
Oh, what do I see?
Tripping through the moments
And to my shame
I?ve longed for years and months and days and days
Don?t swim in drowning grief
Anticipating the despair
Don?t choke the seeds of joy
Give them life and give them air
Oh, what do I see?
Tripping through the moments
And to my shame
I?ve longed for years and months and days and days
Since I held the hands
That bore my shame
I count the years and months and days and days