Текст песне : Poor Old Lu. Now.

Don?t dream of hours gone by
Of seconds came and spent
Don?t wish on distant stars
Of worlds come and went

Oh, what do I see?
Tripping through the moments
And to my shame
I?ve longed for years and months and days and days

Don?t wait for cloudless skies
When the sun breaks in between
Don?t hope on fruitless things
What?s in our hands, on what is seen

Oh, what do I see?
Tripping through the moments
And to my shame
I?ve longed for years and months and days and days

Don?t swim in drowning grief
Anticipating the despair
Don?t choke the seeds of joy
Give them life and give them air

Oh, what do I see?
Tripping through the moments
And to my shame
I?ve longed for years and months and days and days

Since I held the hands
That bore my shame
I count the years and months and days and days