Prisoners of Time Songtext
von Blake Hodgetts
Prisoners of Time Songtext
And so we′ve reached the thirty-first December
And yet another year has passed us by
Singing "Auld Lang Syne"
While we raise a toast of wine
And we kiss and cheer and laugh and sometimes cry
At times like this I can't help but remember
Those gone but not forgotten days of yore
When we went our way
Thinking only of today
Oblivious of futures laid in hyperspatial store
Yesterday′s tomorrow is tomorrow's bygone day
Wand'ring in the darkness, we shall never see our way
What is time
We cry
Are we doomed to wander on
Through this ever-branching tapestry
And never see
The reason or the rhyme?
We fly
Ever onward toward the dawn
And there are no second chances
And we cannot press "rewind"
And we′re all eternal prisoners of time
Had I a single wish, I would erase time
And freshen flowers since begun to fade
Return to days
Long since vanished in the haze
When unfortunate mistakes were still unmade
But the "I" who′s retrotemporal in spacetime
Along the axis t, as time is cast
Is compelled to run
Just the same as I have done
Toward his future, which was always my irrevocable past
We cannot stray an ångström from our post-predestined course
Thus hadivist, thus hindsight, thus regret, and thus remorse
For every bold decision that we render
A multitude of might-have-beens are spawned
And with every cleft
To the right and to the left
There's a universe of choices just beyond
At the quantum level too, we′re forced to wonder
At uncertainties at work within our brain
Though we do our best
And of free-will we're possessed
Still we can′t but choose a future from a multi-threaded skein
And so tomorrow's yesterday is still today′s today,
Though the game may well be fixed,
Still we must gamely field the play,
What is time
We cry
Are we doomed to wander on
Through this everbranching tapestry
And never see
The reason or the rhyme?
We fly
Ever onward toward the dawn
And there are no second chances
And we cannot press "rewind"
And we're all eternal prisoners of time
So here we are, a-pinioned on the new year
As always, on the cusp of "now" and "then"
Any act we do
Any path we may pursue
Will appear for our review, somewhere, somewhen
And if we've had a singularly blue year
And view the coming worldline with dismay
We must face at last
That the past remains the past
And the footprints left upon the sands of time are there to stay
No good can come from dwelling on the path we didn′t take
The best that we can hope for is to learn from each mistake
What is time
We cry
Are we doomed to wander on
Through this everbranching tapestry
And never see
The reason or the rhyme?
We fly
Ever onward toward the dawn
And there are no second chances
And we cannot press "rewind"
And we′re all eternal prisoners of time
No, there are no second chances
And we can't undance the dances
For we′re all eternal prisoners of time
And yet another year has passed us by
Singing "Auld Lang Syne"
While we raise a toast of wine
And we kiss and cheer and laugh and sometimes cry
At times like this I can't help but remember
Those gone but not forgotten days of yore
When we went our way
Thinking only of today
Oblivious of futures laid in hyperspatial store
Yesterday′s tomorrow is tomorrow's bygone day
Wand'ring in the darkness, we shall never see our way
What is time
We cry
Are we doomed to wander on
Through this ever-branching tapestry
And never see
The reason or the rhyme?
We fly
Ever onward toward the dawn
And there are no second chances
And we cannot press "rewind"
And we′re all eternal prisoners of time
Had I a single wish, I would erase time
And freshen flowers since begun to fade
Return to days
Long since vanished in the haze
When unfortunate mistakes were still unmade
But the "I" who′s retrotemporal in spacetime
Along the axis t, as time is cast
Is compelled to run
Just the same as I have done
Toward his future, which was always my irrevocable past
We cannot stray an ångström from our post-predestined course
Thus hadivist, thus hindsight, thus regret, and thus remorse
For every bold decision that we render
A multitude of might-have-beens are spawned
And with every cleft
To the right and to the left
There's a universe of choices just beyond
At the quantum level too, we′re forced to wonder
At uncertainties at work within our brain
Though we do our best
And of free-will we're possessed
Still we can′t but choose a future from a multi-threaded skein
And so tomorrow's yesterday is still today′s today,
Though the game may well be fixed,
Still we must gamely field the play,
What is time
We cry
Are we doomed to wander on
Through this everbranching tapestry
And never see
The reason or the rhyme?
We fly
Ever onward toward the dawn
And there are no second chances
And we cannot press "rewind"
And we're all eternal prisoners of time
So here we are, a-pinioned on the new year
As always, on the cusp of "now" and "then"
Any act we do
Any path we may pursue
Will appear for our review, somewhere, somewhen
And if we've had a singularly blue year
And view the coming worldline with dismay
We must face at last
That the past remains the past
And the footprints left upon the sands of time are there to stay
No good can come from dwelling on the path we didn′t take
The best that we can hope for is to learn from each mistake
What is time
We cry
Are we doomed to wander on
Through this everbranching tapestry
And never see
The reason or the rhyme?
We fly
Ever onward toward the dawn
And there are no second chances
And we cannot press "rewind"
And we′re all eternal prisoners of time
No, there are no second chances
And we can't undance the dances
For we′re all eternal prisoners of time
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