• If the flowers bloomed to comfort you,
    Would you be able to step outside?
    I'm left here, within this frame,
    Breathing the smoke of this dying flame.
    Softly it falls; a new day, new dew, but can you
    Catch it to let it rise?

    Time slips through our fingers,
    And how the silence lingers.
    Is it my fault?
    If the stars lift, if our world expands,
    Could we stop time in our hands?
    Is this my fault?

    I feel it's the guilt, I feel it's the dusk
    Surrounding what it must.
    The darkness makes this awful sound,
    And it's tainting your crown.
    You, the King, where will you go,
    Stripped of your freedom, your following, your soul?

    Time slips through our fingers,
    And how the silence lingers.
    Is it my fault?
    If the stars lift, if our world expands,
    Could we stop time in our hands?
    Is this my fault?

    Have you chosen your light?
    Will this path make you happy?
    Back into the night,
    Are you happy?

    Time slips through our fingers,
    And how the silence lingers.
    Is it my fault?
    If the stars lift, if our world expands,
    Could we stop time in our hands?
    Is this my fault?
    Is this my fault?
    The last grain of sand,
    How harshly it lands.
    It's all my fault.