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