Half forgotten things In the depths of time they lie With significance Waiting for the simplest sign of life See the evidence That expense is part of life in time Always worth it if only to realise Not always perfect but somehow deserving of time Disconnected things You exist within a kind of truth And the consequence of a consummated trial of fire Always worth it if only to realise Not always perfect but somehow deserving of time You've no way out, no path in Set on paper, half in stone You're on your own Always worth it if only to realise Not always perfect but somehow deserving of time