I never write without a rhyme or a reason
But who am I to say what you believe in
And I can see that its the way that your leaning
And I'll be dyeing with the change of the season
I hear the bells begin to chime
From within the tower
I can't turn back the hands of time
It's counting down my final hour
I know you're lost and you're feeling confused
You're thinking that there's nothing you can do
But listen now because I'm telling you
I played the game with nothing to lose
There's every where to look but there's no where to go
You realize now that you reap what you sew
But take my hand and I'll lead you through the dark
Death is where it ends but that's just the start
I'm cumbersome my love is gone
I'll never know where this went wrong
My days are dark my nights are long
My hands are weak my will is strong
And what I leave behind
What I leave behind
What I leave behind
Is lost in you
I hear the bells begin to chime
From within the tower
I can't turn back the hands of time
It's counting down my final hour
I hear the bells begin to chime
From within the tower
I can't turn back the hands of time
It's counting down my final hour