As life goes by, TIME itself does not stand still and the birds fly, Here you and i sit and rot and die, Different computers different rooms, Its all so pointless, Its all so tiresome.
A horse can only run for so long until he gets tired, Its over and our run is over.
As the days grow gray and lonely, In our doomed places divide.
A horse can only run for so long until he gets tired, Its over and our run is over.
As the days grow gray and lonely, In our doomed places divide.
