Everytime we go back in time,
We hung out there,
Everytime we rise up on our feet,
We begin to fear,
There are things worth remembering
There are also things worth forgetting.

There are pictures of our past and we are trying hard to erase them,
There are pictures of the future and we try to ignore them,
There are wrongs that we can't undo,
But there are ways to make it through:

In the end will you accept if I handed you flowers,
In the end if we win or lose, the quest is ours,
In the end there is no life with no past and a future,
In the end only us can decide what we want on our picture;

So come with me and baby be mine,
So come with me to the end of time,
Where we'll both build a world,
Our world With no righteous god.