There's a hollow I can't name
No matter what I build or break
While I remain a shadow here
And all the things I hold in fear
(I watch the world carve out its path)
The clock won't slow for those who grieve
The tide won't wait for those who bleed
I am the spectator of time
Standing still while the hours climb
I should be there, I feel it burn
But I only watch the world turn
(The spectator of time)
I long to leave something behind
A mark, a name, a trace of me
But hollow days keep passing by
Like echoes no one hears but me
(And I stand here with all I was)
The clock won't slow for those who grieve
The tide won't wait for those who bleed
I am the spectator of time
Standing still while the hours climb
I should be there, I feel it burn
But I only watch the world turn
(The spectator of time)
Is this all I am?
A watcher in the wings
While the stage burns bright
With everything I could have been
Time is not cruel
It simply does not care
And that is worse
Than any wound I bear
The world keeps turning, merciless and fast
Time won't wait, it never looks back
I stand still, a prisoner of lament
Watching life evolve while I fade
(Undone by my own unfinished cause?)
I am the spectator of time
Silent still while the hours climb
Will I carve my name before the dark?
Will I burn before I lose my spark?
Am I just a drop in the ocean
Lost in the tide of endless motion?
Will I leave a mark when I'm gone
Or vanish like a whisper in the storm?
The spectator of me
