Paroles de Time

In a tight room, gasping for some air Sits the old man in his lonely chair In the window the breaking of the day But never breaking through, shadows of decay For a moment I thought that I could see A so much bigger world, now a memory Little old man, could you be so cool Are we to end like that or are you just a fool Here I stand in the middle Watching the hands of the clock go I fear the answer to the riddle Nobody seems to know Out in the open the world may seem so small For the young boy who wants to know it all In the window the breaking of the day But never breaking through unless he breaks away Here I stand in the middle Watching the hands of the clock go I fear the answer to the riddle Nobody seems to know Does anybody know? Here I stand in the middle Watching the hands of the clock go I fear the answer to the riddle Nobody seems to know Here I stand in the middle Watching the hands of the clock go I fear the answer to the riddle Nobody seems to know Here I stand Here I stand In the middle In the middle