Steve Hackett - Til These Eyes lyrics

We're all toys of time Up to the end No one owns the night Meanwhile the river bends Lace lies and bu*terflies Flying high above Til these eyes have seen enough The clock is always ticking Hanging on the wall The mirror's always cracked Waiting for us all A rose by any other name Squandered in the dust Til these eyes have seen enough The currency that lingers Far heavier then gold The beauty of the first bloom A fairytale of old Torn into pieces A childhood map of love Til these Eyes have seen enough Punch drunk in the wind Your play is nearly run The carpet snatched beneath you Just when you're having fun The cards are in your hand It's time to call your bluff Til these eyes have seen enough Til these eyes have seen love