Till the end of time

The world stops

We all stand still

Let the floods come

As they always do

Watch the sun break through We are memories and signs

Some of what we leave behind

Waiting for the wave

We are fragments made of time

We are broken, we are fine There's something

In repetition, real life

Not some exhibition I wouldn't wish it on you

I wouldn't wish it on myself

The sanatorium is overworked, cannot help They steal you from a future life

You've got to stop hurt

A thousand ways you can escape

Disappear and fade away Tell me that I'm wrong

All that strength can make you weak

Chasing you and chasing me all night There's something

In repetition, real life

Not some exhibition I wouldn't wish it on you

I wouldn't wish it on myself

The sanatorium is overworked and cannot help

The balance is your spayed

You make it back like no one else There's something

Repetition, real life

Real life, real life, real I wouldn't wish it on you

I wouldn't wish it on myself

The balance is your spayed

You make it back like no one else

The sanatorium is overworked and cannot help I wouldn't wish it on you

I wouldn't wish it on myself

Myself, myself