head like the moon falls through the trees and it comforts me, tells me not to be scared. and time, it will not erase me. for what is time? it
times Hard times, very hard times, Mr. Lindsay, Hard times and winter so croool: you have stopped my watch At the stroke of three and call for the police But there's a time
on me Will I forsake you Or will I the forsaken be? I left my body Come meet me in my dreams It`s been so long Would you know me? Time stands still