My clock has always been a couple of centuries fast
I'm looking at a seed and see a forest grow and die
I would give up my soul to make some moments last
but never stays what's cursed by these evil eyes
as something starts, I mourn it's end
as someone speaks, I hear them shout
as stars are born, I see them burn
as seas are high, I see them dry
I cannot even cry
I'm tired of standing in the eye of storm alone
it seems the only constant point in all this hell is me
I hear the whispers "it will pass", but when — no book would tell
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the whirling tonnel doesn't let me see
you just approached — I saw you leave
you said your name — I heard "get out"
although these eyes can see through time
I cannot see you here and now
I just do not know how