Endless time we complained together,
on our mobile phones
The time wished itself away,
we never could say goodbye,
it's gone now, dead and buried
moments like this are one in plenty
The halls echo her name
its loud and clear
your longing for his voice
to reassure you he's near
acommpanied by distrust
yet he will hold you tight
I've heard things ghastly
too horrible to be said
these words fly in millions,
with intergity to be read
moments like this are one in plenty
or so she said
