Time wears away. All the pleasures of the day. All the treasures you could hold. Days turn to sand. Losing strength in every hand. They can't hold you anymore. Already dead to me now. 'Coz it feels like I'm watching something die. Love looks away. In the harsh light of the day. On the edge of nothing more. Days fade to black. In the light of what they lack. Nothing's measured by what it needs. Already dead to me now. 'Coz it feels like I'm watching something dyinâ€™.