From a distance, the [bad word] is so obvious
Answers are all so clear
Logic stays at arm's length
When engulfed in the present, here
Desperation draws near

If I could pull the fabric of time
And bring the future near
The answers wouldn't be so far
The [bad word] would be so clear

Time is black, time is black
And nothing will escape
Nothing will remain, nothing

From a distance time is black
Tangible and dense
With each rotation a new day passed
And past, at last makes sense
There where past obstacles seem
Just pebbles on your path
Always just a step ahead
The peace I hope to catch

Time is black, time is black
And nothing will escape
Nothing will remain, nothing