I do not know why I am giving this to you But here it is; The number of days left Instead of an ocean of time I painted, painted a house Around you And locked the door Left you at the shore Until came Came the flood No more can time bring mercy, mercy Forgiveness Ghosts can choose their houses to haunt The thought of time passing Opened it for me I had never known what I need Or heard what you really meant By saying, saying that I live a house That would collapse By any minute to come As if washed Washed away No more can time bring mercy, mercy Forgiveness Ghosts can choose their houses to haunt Or time be disarmed Like a weapon to standstill And from these shores of time We would be exiled into A place where things Obey rules laid down And laws that are Heavy like walls of stone Like the shores Washed by flood No more can time bring mercy, mercy Forgiveness Ghosts can choose their houses to haunt No more can time bring mercy, mercy Forgiveness Ghosts can choose their houses to haunt Heavy like walls of stone