My days are numbered. Whether many or few
Some are lost in the slumber. But i know times, and it knows you
Wake the birds. And the sky now
I've watched them sleep for hours and I grow lonely
Even fierce fires fall to embers without some form of friendly company
And it hurts. So much worse now
Your a curse. And a gem
I seem to lose an find. A hundred times
Over again. Over again. Over again
We are wise, until the speak
The sun will rise. Despite the deep, weakness you feel
For you are ancient. And just as divine
But I've told myself I don't believe in God. And do believe in time
And it hurts. So much worse now
Your a curse. And a gem
I seem to lose an find. A hundred times
Over again. Over again. Over again
So I'll hold back, this racing heart
Bury it deep, where it cannot see the art
Of your flame, where it burns so bring
I'll leave my embers to die in the night
And it hurts. So much worse now
Your a curse. And a gem
I seem to lose an find. A hundred times
Over again. Over again. Over again
So I'll hold back, this racing heart
Bury it deep, where it cannot see the art
Of your flame, where it burns so bring
I'll leave my embers to die in the night