One moment, one meaning, one life
Doubled like the edge of a
That mo ment became a blade,
a blade that cuts two ways
A blade to divide the days
That thing that must be obeyed
The beginning of an end of the stars
A circle getting smaller as it grows
And time getting faster as it slows
And I heard the voice tomorrow
As it came to be, though it may be
A past, a future, an illusion
Shattered into infinite pieces
A story without conclusion
Those pieces seem so many,
Trading eternity for a day
The pieces must be obeyed,
following the orders of their slave
Keep it away, the beginning never stops
A circle gets smaller as it grows
And time can't cross them as it slows
And they have a bright tomorrow
The sun was no longer rising,
Chasing its master and its slave
Chasing from the cradle to the grave