Time is but a memory
The bitter note [bad word] Trying to find salvation
From the sorrow that is done

For the life of me
Will the sorrow rise?
For this under
Underlies all I see

For time is but a memory
Beautiful for some
Feathered like a majorette
In a rose unsaid and done

Moments
Like a rainbow colored sky
How [bad word] and go [bad word] and go but why?

For unknown
Is our fortune
And our fortune won't let go

And our faith
It will die with the sun
It will lie underneath
All will see

For time is but a memory
Beautiful for some
Feathered like a majorette
In a rose unsaid and done

But it's all
All for our future
And our future won't let go