The hands keep on turning, the pendulum just swings
Prisoners upon this rock, flying without wings
Captured in a moment, still the hours chimed
Joining closer as we sifted with the sands of time
Paranoid dimensions, guilts fall into place
Driven by an unseen force, swelling into space
[Bride:]
At beyond the rainbow, cross the Milky Way
Passengers without a choice, slowly turning grey
[Chorus:]
On through the night, shine on forever
Going insane as we ride the time machine
Waiting for no one, relative to none
Answering to not a thing, except the rising sun
Bouncing on this fabric, at the speed of light
Connecting points of future's past, is its only plight
Passengers without a choice, hanging by a string
Spanning with the hands of time, flying without wings
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