We were born without time,
Nameless in the arms,
Of a mother, a father and God.
When the world would wait for us,
A thousand years in the crush,
Of our eyes, fearless in awe.
So quietly we'd fade into sleep,
With nothing on our minds.
Then we longed to be loved,
In the rush we'd become,
Some things we thought we'd never be.
We were surprised by how hard,
Left weary and scarred,
By the nights spent feeling incomplete.
And all those evenings swearing at the sky,
Wishing for more time.
All the promises we broke when we tried,
Just wasting all our time.
We grow old all at once,
And it comes like a punch
In the gut, in the back, in the face.
When it seems someone's lied,
And our parents have died,
Then we hold to each other in their place.
And I feel the water rising around us.
Maybe that's OK.
Yeah, I feel the world changing all at once.
I guess it'll be OK.
When we all had one hope there was someone looking down,
When we return our bodies to each other and the ground.