In this unchanging room
Hurt makes its abode
These walls always so white
The cold never friendly
Testify my grief

Here I stare through the window
Counting the raindrops
Asking God for some solace

If you knew that my condition
Is terminal
You would try to stop time
But we both know
Time has come

Autumn comes and leaves fall
All my hope is gone
Sand’s flowing through the glass
Silver linings are lies
Life drives the wrong way

Fantasize that a miracle
Would set me free
I ask God just to take me

If you knew that my condition
Is terminal
You would try to stop time
But we both know
Time has come