Testo
I walk the long and winding street
The city smiles, the icy stare
I want to be there when you fade
If I can't touch you and hold you near
The emptiness, the restless crowd
Complete the only things I fear
The open door, the reckless age
Toward the deep and silent night
Recall a time that's never been
Between the eyes, the local fire
Above the sound, about a mile
The cry is lost to history
I walk into a quiet room
The servants smile and disappear
I hear a clock upon the wall
I cannot stop the hands of time
I cannot stop the voice inside
I cannot stop, I long to hear
