In the moments before time starts moving backward,. I will feel her hand in the palm of mine.. And the cities will return to the field of flowers,. And every step we took tracing back in line..
THE GREY MAN. . Don't worry now it's all erased, burned to grey and white. Your fireproof heart was never wasted, and steady all the while... So you say..
It's sure as the floor 'neath my toes and somehow not surprised. That I was superimposed somehow in this life. And if my friends and my foes would just drop me a line, it'd be nice.