My youth is slipping away. The chorus is over. We’re left single notes to sound and to fade.
There's no fixed road, there's no straight line to merely drift is to close your eyes. The realization of great potential leads to the feeling of an emptiness. And what to fill it with in our time? The tick of the clock drowns out all sound Security leads to neglect of the future Only death is certain
My youth is slipping away The chorus is over We’re left single notes To sound and to fade Only death is certain We’re floating downstream The scenery changes We remain unaware Of the waterfall ahead
Only death is certain We’re floating downstream The scenery changes We remain unaware Only death is certain We’re floating downstream The scenery changes
My youth is slipping away The chorus is over We’re left single notes To sound and to fade Only death is certain We’re floating downstream The scenery changes We remain unaware Of the waterfall ahead