When time was dirty, I cleaned it
The mistakes rubbing all over my hands
Underneath, destiny was never so soft
When time was bleeding, I healed it
Last minutes running from me
Underneath, patience was never so strong
When time was hungry, I fed it
Empty feelings of misunderstandings
Underneath, hope was never so pure
When time was helpless, I was there
The last time I ever saw it dance
Was when I was in love
(c) Marc Noël 1997
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