I think the time has
come. "For
what?" asks someone.
A time when there is no more -- no
friends, no war.
You can ask the wind, for it knows more
than I,
Or the vines that were creeping, for
they're learning to die.
But my aging eyes, and my doubting
mind,
Have seen through all reason, now light
no longer shines.
Deliver my treasures and look to the
sky.
As I look at my life, I do nothing but
cry.
All mine is ending, at twenty-odd years
old.
As I sit and I watch, the whole world's
losing its soul.
And it's losing, losing, losing, losing...
In this confusion, I've searched for a
life,
But civilization, you cut like a knife.
Your stone heads and gables, can't
stare me down,
I know when I've ended, you'll still be
around.
And we're losing, yeah, we're losing, losing, losing...