The Consequence Of Time Songtext

We're going grey, we're going frailLike the wallsThe walls around us pictures of the pastThe telephone that never ringsThe postman he never bringsThe message from the new townThe consequence of timeTime can be cruel, remembering my youthI willt ake your handand travel to my pastThen I'll dancing with youCrying for you,still I'm listening to my mindWe can't hold back the consequence of timeAnother day the same old dreamYour loving pain will always keep me youngThe consequence of time