We're going grey, we're going frail
Like the walls
The walls around us pictures of the past
The telephone that never rings
The postman he never brings
The message from the new town
The consequence of time
Time can be cruel, remembering my youth
I will take your hand
and travel to my past
Then I'll dancing with you
Crying for you,
still I'm listening to my mind
We can't hold back the consequence of time
Another day the same old dream
Your loving pain will always keep me young
The consequence of time
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