Your face expresses its years so seriously
As the lamplight draws dark circles round your eyes
And your mouth twists unexpected fate
Into its natural shape
And turns the dark into another form of light

Time expresses itself so suddenly
And people pass like strangers in the night
They're just doing what they think is right
On into an older way of life
Where the dark is just another form of light

Every single thing I ever hope to see
I held in my hands
In the hope I'd never turn into a man
I'm expected to be
What you hold in your hands
Is lost to memory

Dry your eyes in round circles
As you've been pulled into the ocean
On an undertow of all our lonely hearts
But solitude feels the same
Whoever you blame
Don't let darkness [bad word] another form of light

Every single thing I ever hope to see
I held in my hands
In the hope I'd never turn into a man
I'm expected to be
Now I know that nothing is lost to memory