Lifetime Of Hours
Glo / Joe Romersa
On sacred ground
On hallowed earth
I saw myself make love to you
Sometime before or yet to come
And all is still the day grows old
I see my way on ancient ruins
The night is cold on harvest moon
To be a human is to know the sadness in
In this lifetime of hours
The hands of time turn slowly round
Our world inside is slowly
Because i`ll be back on harvest moon
To be in love and never understand it yeah(here)
In this lifetime of hours (hours)
Another time a different place
Makes me think
Makes me think
And all is still all is still
All is still the day grows old
I see my way in ancient ruins
The night is cold in the harvest moon
To be a human is to know the sadness in this lifetime of hours