I can't help waiting deliberating

Depths of age pale away

And I am trying to rediscover

The wide-eyed beauty of the first glance

And you can take what's mine

Add to the weight of time

With cold eyes and a furrowed brow

And you can take what's mine

Turn back the hands of time

But for young, time is the sun

From where does fear spawn

From the older ingrained scorn

Does it mean that my mind won't cry

And I can't believe that you're happy to bleed

From your cold eyes

Each year I peel back my skin

And fleshy pink appears

Yet a harder layer grows

To protect my uncertainty

Young grow fear to love

Resist my resistance

Reluctance to return a smile

From where does fear spawn

From the older ingrained scorn

Does it mean that my mind won't cry

And I can't believe that you're happy

To bleed from your cold eyes