If I praise the struggle of every day That I spent wishing November to turn into May With every second I contemplate If the rush is making up for my mind's decay This one is for all the souls I carried along with me Relive the past To feel what certainly will come to be Old hearts beat half speed Oh how it made me Repeat what has been done And hope that I will learn A sea of risks to take, and make, regret a parable Foundations chipped away, replaced, with gold of glory days My time is moving way too fast Try to run and make the feeling last The twelve hours that I lost back then Are haunting me again They haunt me again They haunt me again This is forever As far as I can see Nostalgia is not Not what it used to be Is it too late? Never too late Never Though distinctions are far and few This essence keep pulling through Pick up your bones, rebuild anew Since nineteen ninety two