Life seems to stand still in time

As the soul retires, deaf, dumb and blind

And all we feel

If far from real

As these gears which, once, had driven us

Lie still and frozen



Innocence has long grown old

As idle hearts have long grown cold



Right or wrong

We go along

Lame and tired

The will to try

Deep down inside all of us

Lies dying



It's easy

Not to see

What this should be



Wind this spring and watch it grow

Stand back and watch as it explodes

And all unfolds

As all we hold,

Wound tightly, carefully, silently

Unravels



Idle hands have lost their hold

As idle minds think what they're told



Right or wrong

We go along

Lame and tired

The will to try

Deep down inside all of us

Lies dying



It's easy

Not to see

What this could be



Right or wrong

We go along

Lame and tired

The will to try

Deep down inside all of us

Lies dying



It's easy

Not to see

What this could be