My days are numbered. Whether many or few Some are lost in the slumber. But i know times, and it knows you Wake the birds. And the sky now I've watched them sleep for hours and I grow lonely Even fierce fires fall to embers without some form of friendly company And it hurts. So much worse now Your a curse. And a gem I seem to lose an find. A hundred times Over again. Over again. Over again We are wise, until the speak The sun will rise. Despite the deep, weakness you feel For you are ancient. And just as divine But I've told myself I don't believe in God. And do believe in time And it hurts. So much worse now Your a curse. And a gem I seem to lose an find. A hundred times Over again. Over again. Over again So I'll hold back, this racing heart Bury it deep, where it cannot see the art Of your flame, where it burns so bring I'll leave my embers to die in the night And it hurts. So much worse now Your a curse. And a gem I seem to lose an find. A hundred times Over again. Over again. Over again So I'll hold back, this racing heart Bury it deep, where it cannot see the art Of your flame, where it burns so bring I'll leave my embers to die in the night