Changing Times کے بول

Now the world is turning, spinning round the sun So, we're standing still, but moving fast One day your breath will be your last One day you'll breath your last We, all must one day, melt into the earth The, only path we take from birth We must make life have some worth Dying from our birth It's a bird that's flown Through an empty room It's a planet and It's a molecule As its ripples spread Through our darkened pool It's the speed of light It's a golden rule And we're moving fast Though we're standing still It's a wonder drug It's a bitter pill It's a remedy For our simple minds It's a symbol for Our changing times Now the sun is rising, spreading through the sky Chase my horizons far away Carrying the break of day Chase my demons far away Chase them far away