When the days of yearning

Have reached their peak

When all beauty crumbles

When the deep sea rumbles

When the list is unending

And in the well of song

Time is bending backward

It’s just been a change in the actors

When the creek runs dry

And the soil is dust

When we’ve said our piece

That we’ve had enough

When we pass the time

And the trumpets flare

I hopе we’re still alive

I hopе you’ll find me there

Mmm, broken by morning

And sunk by dusk

Each hour is dark

But I haven’t had enough