Consequence of Time - And One

We’re going gray, we’re going frail

Like the walls

The walls around us pictures of the past

The telephone that never rings

The postman he never brings

The message from the new town

The consequence of time

Time can be cruel, remembering my youth

I will take your hand

And travel to my past

Then I’ll dancing with you

Crying for you

Still I’m listening to my mind

We can’t hold back the consequence of time

Another day the same old dream

Your loving pain will always keep me young

The consequence of time