been particular places, That you know you've never been before, Can you be sure? 'Cause you know this has happened before, And you know that this moment in time
below, I lie asleep in the midst of a dream, Is it now could it be that the angel of death has come for me? I can't believe that really my time has come
sadness, Like a river we will flow, On towards the sea we go, When all you do can only bring you sadness, Out on the sea of madness. Somewhere I hear
home. One hundred years have gone and men again they came that way, To find the answer to the mystery, They found his body lying where it fell on that day, Preserved in time
Tough of the track, With the wind, And the rain that's beating down on your back. Your heart's beating loud And goes on getting louder And goes on even
day. Chorus: So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years, Face up...make your stand, And realise you're living in the golden years. Too much time
I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid Now to her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession
her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her death Is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's
her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest Her profession's
side Don't be afraid you're safe with me Safe as any soul can be... Honestly Just let yourself go Caught somewhere in time Caught somewhere in time Caught somewhere in time
her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession'
her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's
For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her death Is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession
For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession