The Sands of Time - The Wise Man's Fear

Ten years gone by feels frightful

Now I fear my best days are behind me

Wracked with regret and life’s restless pains

So you may wonder, when you grew so old

And so now you wonder, when you grew so old

And now you wander, in uncertain cold

But the days aren’t lasting long or as long they used to

What should I hold to, a thread?

And the nights stretch on forever, an oracle at the center

And oh, we fall behind in the sands of time

Twenty years gone by feels fleeting

Made of the smoke and the bile

Of a thousand hopes since past

Now I fear my best days are behind me

And I lose sleep counting the stars

Now I wish upon them all

Yet one by one they fall

We beg for forgiveness

Yet inherit madness

We beg for forgiveness

Yet inherit madness

But the days aren’t lasting long or as long they used to

What should I hold to, a thread?

And the nights stretch on forever, an oracle at the center

And oh, we fall behind in the sands of time

But the days aren’t lasting long or as long they used to

What should I hold to, a thread?

And the nights stretch on forever, an oracle at the center

And oh, we fall behind in the sands of time