Time Is Nothing

When I find you alone in the mourning                                                                     I'll spread roses for you in the rain.                                                                    When the squall of the dew begins falling                                                                as the dawn rises over the plains.

The time was nothing between us                                                                            It has seen us together in vain                                                                             the years that passed us so slowly                                                                   they have left without loss, without gain.

When I look at the past on its journey                                                                       the time comes to reminisce.                                                                                         I remember this, and how closely                                                                                It came - such a shame- without even a kiss.

The time is nothing between us                                                                              it has seen that we sound just the same.                                                              The years have passed us so sadly                                                                      they have left us with no one to blame.

Ashamed to look back with sadness                                                                   the madness could be so unkind.                                                                        The love we shared then departed                                                        bewildered, defeated and blind.

The time which passed us so finally                                                                        can kindly leave us behind.                                                                                 A memory of what has never been                                                                               It would seem can only be found in the rain.

The laughter on their faces is replaced by circus clowns                                                                                  the pink and yellow roses have turned to purple brown.

The dew has filled the spaces with rivers deep in the ground.                                                                           The factory chokes the flowers and has burned their summer gowns.