My love, tell me what you see
if you look into my eyes.
A light that went out
like two broken headlights.
The desire to live
is what is killing me.
The memory of what I was
like lead inside my shoes.
And there's a time for believing,
a time for searching.
There's a time for forgetting
everything that could have been and will never be.
The songs that I listened to
and the lips I have kissed.
All that which I trusted
has its days numbered.
And there's a time for believing,
a time for searching.
There's a time for forgetting
everything that could have been and will never be.
It is our time, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh.
It is our time, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh.
And there's a time for existing
within the time you've been given.
For leaving behind
the ghosts of the past.
And there's a time for believing,
a time for searching.
There's a time for forgetting
everything that could have been and will never be.
It is our time, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh.
It is our time, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh.
Our time is
so strange and violent.
It seems like it's the end
and it's only the beginning.