If I could for a moment
Disassemble this old clock
And try to find its heart
I'd turn back the big hand
As far as it can go
Take me home back to the start
No one, no one understands what it's worth
And no one dares to try (dares to try)
No one, no one understands how it works
No one can describe
That it's time who has made a fool of us again
Because the past is a crime and the memories are punishment
Now the sand is falling fast into the bottom half of the hourglass
So hold on to your photographs
I know that it's only
A few more years 'til we both eventually rust
And as all these memories become antiques
So shall our youth collect dust
No one, no one understands what it's worth
And no one dares to try (dares to try)
No one, no one understands how it works
No one can describe
That it's time who has made a fool of us again
Because the past is a crime and the memories are punishment
Now the sand is falling fast into the bottom half of the hourglass
So hold on to your photographs
And now it's time who has made a fool of us again
That it's time who has made a fool of us again
Because the past is a crime and the memories are punishment
Now the sand is falling fast into the bottom half of the hourglass
So hold on to your photographs
