Gothic Americana Music

MEASURE OF TIME

MEASURE OF TIME

There is no shelter
The dogs have run astray
I look for answers
In what I could not say

The distance traveled
To shed this restless skin
I stand before you
With longings held within

CHORUS
We tread the line
No words exchanged
The measure of time
Remains unchanged
We tread the line…

Will time remember
The follies of our youth?
I draw the curtain
To hide away the truth

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Forgive the ways of my heart
Let us pass through the fire unscathed
If night should swallow all the stars
Let us learn to mark their graves…