Lyrics

GET ON YOUR FEET AND GET YOUR HANDS TO WORK
BECAUSE THE TIME IS DRAWING NIGH
TEMPERATURES ARE RUNNING HIGH
AND WHAT USED TO BE THE MIDDLE GROUND
IS NO MAN'S LAND

WHAT CAN BE SAID AND WHAT CAN BE DONE?
THE LIST IS GROWING SHORT
MIGHT BE TIME TO ABORT
WHILE TIME CAN STILL BE MEASURED BY
THE MINUTE HAND

WICKED TIMES (THE SHADOWS SPREAD)
DARKER THAN THE DEEPEST MINE
ABANDONED GENERATIONS (FOUNDATIONS FALL AWAY)
GONE TOO FAR ACROSS THE LINE

SIFTING IN VAIN FOR ANY GRAIN OF TRUTH
IN WHATEVER YOU SEE AND HEAR
SONGS YOU ONCE LEARNED BY EAR
HAVE BEEN LOST IN THE CEASELESS FLOW
OF SIGHT AND SOUND

WATCHING THE SUN SLIPPING DOWN THE WEST
PONDERING THE END OF TIME
NOT THE WORLD'S BUT YOURS AND MINE
REFLECTING IT WAS BOUND TO COME AROUND