Things come wrapped up in time |
| Like the past in a present |
| Or the perfect line in a song |
They take their time |
| And when they're gone |
| They take their time with them |
And you can't have them back |
| Because the time for them has gone |
| And their time has gone with them |
The time for them has gone. |
There's an echo of them |
| An echo of the time they were wrapped in |
| Sweet or bitter in the memory |
| But an echo is all, all I can reach now |
An echo of you |
| An echo of you |
| An echo of you in your time |
Still echoing |
| Like a star in the sky |
| Like a star in the sky above me |
And the story of it's life |
| Told backwards down this rod of light |
| But at it's beginning.. |
| Long extinct. |