We're going gray, we're going frail 
Like the walls 
The walls around us pictures of the past 
The telephone that never rings 
The postman he never brings 
The message from the new town 
The consequence of time 

Time can be [bad word]  remembering my youth 
I will take your hand 
And travel to my past 
Then I'll dancing with you 
Crying for you, 
Still I'm listening to my mind 
We can't hold back the consequence of time 

Another day the same old dream 
Your loving pain will always keep me young 
The consequence of time