We know the road but still we're lost,
Amidst the fruit, the flames, the dust,
With just the names they gave to us,
Time cannot forsake you.

Born in summer, raised in rain,
What once was black be black again,
And words shall not return to them,
Time cannot forsake you.

Forever trapped in silent truth,
The pleading man weeps without use,
The final door, let slip the noose,
Time has not forsook you.

Think no more of fear, of fate,
No mind at war to love our hate,
All will rest with us this day,
For this is paradise.