Ticking like a bomb, the clock of agesI've read the book of love and I, look, I've held the pagesChoking back the fear of ever afterTo know the taste of time gone to waste, without the laughterWound up like a spring, forged from eternityLive rolling endlessly, I can't pull the hours of dreamsSomehow I have thought that I would have time to change25,000 days isn't nearly as long as it seemsEvery day I wake up to the pressureI feel the blush of every day rust, too small to measureGiving up the hour for the minuteI trade the days in my shallow grave for time to spend hereWound up like a spring, forged from eternityLive rolling endlessly, I can't pull the hours of dreamsSomehow I have thought that I would have time to change25,000 days isn't nearly as long as it seemsAs long as it seemsAs long as it seemsAs long as it seemsAs long as it seemsAs long as it seemsAs long as it seems