La Valse Du Temps

Rien d'important, c'étaiet seulement deux grands enfants qui se jouaient des choses Un air d'antan, juste un instant, arrêter le temps pour te cueillir des roses Avec le temps, j'ai peur de t'oublier Tout est défait, mais pourtant tout est lié Rien d'important, souvenir de l'enfance et les feuilles dansent au son de mes névroses Broken It's getting on my nerves, sometimes I cannot stand the light The clock's ticking, I keep losing track of time I've always felt torn between the future and the past But the present never quite felt right Holy Misery What've you done to me? I've been lost for so long I would rather be anywhere else but here Yet "here" is all that I know Lost in time Lost in space, and the world keeps spinning around The hourglass stopped ticking; now the silence is too loud The hand is broken, but the clock is still alive Now that it's falling apart, I can see that this place was just a lie Everything's spinning in my head, caught up in the waltz of time Set me free I know this place was not meant to be I have been lost in time and space Lost in time and space Holy Misery What've you done to me? I've been lost for so long I would rather to be anywhere else but here Yet "here" is all that I know And the world keeps spinning and spinning around The voice in my head must have spoken too loud Holy Misery What've you done to me? And I'm caught between the future and the past In the torment of the waltz of time Lost in space and time Am I broken, am I broken, am I broken inside? It's holding me close, close to the ground Deep in my chest, no tracks of sound Bury me whole or drag me down I'll find my place eventually It's holding me close, close to the ground Deep in my chest, no tracks of sound Bury me whole or drag me down I'll find my place eventually It's holding me close, close to the ground Deep in my chest, no tracks of sound Bury me whole or drag me down I'll find my place eventually I just feel it inside of me I just feel it inside of me It's holding me close, close to the ground Deep in my chest, no tracks of sound Bury me whole or drag me down I'll find my place eventually The hourglass stopped ticking, now the silence is too loud (it's holding me close, close to the ground) The hand is broken and I'm losing track of time (deep in my chest, no tracks of sound) How to find my place between the future and the past (bury me whole or drag me down) In the torment of the waltz of time (I'll find my place eventually) In the torment, in the torment of life Am I broken? Am I broken? Rien d'important, c'étaient seulement deux grands enfants qui se jouaient des choses