Steady hands
They guide the wheel,
The sin is black
Then it’s shades of red.
Seasons change
And moments build
We rise to fall
Like dust to wind.

The hourglass has burned through
And I can’t fight...
The hourglass has burned through
And I can’t fight
Those final turns...

But your soul is a never-ending road
When your heart beats here
You heart beats.
And your door are never fully closed
When your heart beats here
You’re always my heartbeat.

So heavy falls the [bad word] 
On still lines we can never shape.
And it’s a rhythm etched in time
We fall back
In the artist’s clay