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lyrics: J. Morse © 1982 I Time. . . keeps passing me by How can sixty years seem like thirty-three Is this the way that I'm supposed to be? You tell me I look so young, so alive Like I haven't aged at all since I was twenty-five Time. . . keeps crawling on by December eighty-three, the first time you looked at me We were both eighteen and thought that we'd seen everything You tell me now that I'm just the same But the lines upon your face can only seem such a shame It's just a masquerade I know I'm just a shade Of myself. . . How can this be? You look so strange to me No wrinkles on my face, yours covered with lines Why can't I change, it's no fault of mine And now I see you, lying in the bed Attached to machines beside your head Why do you look like my nother? Why do I see father in my brother? Time. . . just doesn't move Show me to the door, I can't take anymore The ones I love have all passed away Such an irony, oh time's been good to me But the memories are far too much to bear How long must I live, what sacrifice is there to give? To pass away. . . to pass away Do you know. . . How it feels, watching Your children being buried Dying from growing old? I look younger than my daughter's son It's clear that I'm the one Fated to never growing old. . . II I'm the electric warrior I've seen enough to know I've heard all your dying moans 'Cause time for me, time is running slow. . . Centuries have passed, I don't know how long I can go I'm still going with the flow Empires have fallen, but I'm still rolling along Immortalised within a song You might think I'm a god, but you're wrong. . . I've survived the fall of the Soviets I've survived the wars of the Telenets I've followed behind the expansionists Who snatched up every open piece of ground I've seen countless oceans filled with tears They changed the constitution Made me President for life All I do is legend And it cuts me like a knife Space expansion, chain reactions Socialist factions and techno-revolts Stellar contraction, untimely action Genetic replication, chemical assaults Call me what you will, but I'm Methuselah Don't you see that I'm a victim of fate? If I could lay down my life and find the promised land. . . Well, tell you all, I can hardly wait I'm the electric warrior I've seen far too much to see You only live for a little while And I go on in misery. . . |