I have written enough as enough to sing for a song of remembering
Everything moves everyones laughing, moving through the city of passing
Ive written enough, enough for a while, I have written enough, enough for a while
And everything moves, we are the past, everything moves, but outside these photographs, everything dies, the cycles of time, everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing through
Oo oo oo oo
I remember the streets, I remember these faces, going through the ever ages
In these ever machines, crowdin the streets, there must be some kind of factory where the angels are made, to just be replaced, I have written enough, enough for today
And everything moves, we are the past, everything moves, but outside these photographs, everything dies, the cycles of time, everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing through
(Guitar Solo)
Passing, passing through
And everything moves, we are the past, everything moves, but outside these photographs, everything dies, the cycles of time, everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing, passing, passing, passing, passing, passing through