If I added up the time that I spent in lost regrets
I could waste another hundred years
Missing everything the knife cuts through
If I listened to my dreams
Then I'd realize that nothing's as it seems
When they far outweigh the true
Spinning stories as the knife cuts through
Our hourglass went much too fast
I wish I could prevent the past
Buy a ticket to the show
It's your story, but you never know
May not be the one you knew
Cause the knife is always cutting through