Just what lived and just what died
Is open to conjecture
The one that walked away
Can't find words to sayIn the early morning sun
Death just did a little dance
He opened up the grave
And stole the dayHe stopped believing
It's time to lose, it's timeJust what's truth and just what's lies
Is open to conjecture
The words that slipped away
Fell silent to the graveOff the early morning sun
Dead man's click, a dagger in the ribs
He opened up the grave
And stole the dayHe stopped believing
It's time to lose, it's timeJust what lived and just what died
Is open to conjecture
The one that walked away
Can't find words to sayOff the early morning sun
Dead man's click, a dagger in the ribs
He opened up the grave
And stole the dayTo lose, waiting for the time to lose
Waiting for the time to lose
Waiting for the time to lose
Waiting for the time