If time can slow the beating of a heart,
But lights will bring them up again each day,
Then why should we dream to fall back apart,
And why should we carry on the same way?

Wishing is something that hopeless men do,
Even though they know it will never work;
And hoping is something that I've turned to
In the time when life is going berserk.

Nothing flows steady when you flood your mind,
Nothing is broken-- just pushed to a side;
Nothing is constant and no one is kind.
The only way out is to jump in time.

Grieving is useless, 'cause you'll grieve again,
And crying is stalling each of your wins.