Time, time goes by Nothing to do, nothing to say to you Nothing is real or true How does it feel? Things go on through your mind Life is all what you find And the things far behind All we have is the past When, when will it end? People go on Living their lives in vain Living their lives insane How does it feel? In the future ahead When all creatures are dead Nothing more can be said All we have is the past Suns in the sky The sky gets some brighter The sound of springtime's nearer Floating with the breeze of the wind Where can we find An answer to life? Where can we find A name for a man we believe? Feeling the sound of your memory Feeling the shades of eternity And the wake of the free Knowing that your frail pen Floats in the wind Through the rain you see What life can be After you're gone Time goes by And there is nothing to do No, no Oh, there's nothing to say To you And nothing is real Or true How does it feel? In the future ahead When all creatures are dead Nothing more can be said All we have is the past Suns in the sky Thank you!