Your Time Is Through [Radio Edit]

The winds are blowing
And the fields are growing
While the world is moving around

The time is flowing
Another day is stolen
Soon you're lying underground

My face, tell me what do you see
Will there be a trace ever left of me

Or is it true to be bound...
Under the underground

Seasons will come
And seasons will go
While the rivers turn to the sea

Where it will end
Nobody ever will know
Because we are not mend to be
For eternity