Time what is time Then time is time again When the moonchild is crying And silence has broken The darkest truth The things she remembered Had never been her own Replicant or human I know the way to show

I'm in no hurry, you go run And tell your friends I'm losing touch Console me in my darkest hour But you made your way back home Could this be that the truth is always gray Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away Fill their