[Music: Wells, lyrics: Freeman] Light slowly gives way To the wind now it sways The remains of the day Time it marches alone To a beat of its own This can't go on And on, and on! And it feels like A life rewinding All my dreams To dust are grinding Gone is all my levity So long I've prayed and cried Yet it all seems tossed aside Bound and locked I hold no key And in the aftermath I feel my own demise And in the aftermath The smoke it starts to rise Time moving backwards Retrograde Reversing in orbit Tied to the stake Retrograde There's a stop in the clock
That's counting And the tension's slowly mounting Harnessing my energy The pressure won't subside I slowly die inside My struggle now is to break free In the aftermath there is no ray of light And in the aftermath nothing moves forward Time moving backwards Retrograde Reversing in orbit Not much more can I take Retrograde Time it marches alone To a beat of its own But I forge on! I see it very clear In the aftermath I know my time is near Time moving backwards Retrograde Reversing in orbit Tied to the stake Retrograde