Tortured by thoughts of
Life minus you
All crippled and callous
Not very sound
Scorned by the words
I curse this heavy heart
Like dominos they fall
And were better
All better
All better
All better
With the bitterest intent
With the bitterest intent
Each gray hair and
Each passing year
The infamous cloaked one
Awaits his turn
Can't stop the train
I can't stop the rain
The passengers they trade their names
For a face
With the bitterest intent
With the bitterest intent
You're my sweetest friend
With the bitterest intent
Time
She chases me
But she absorbs you
So why am I running away
What's it feel like
What's it feel like
What's it feel like
What's it feel like
Each gray hair
Each gray hair
Each gray hair
Each gray hair