I have written enough as enough to sing
For a song of remembering
Everything moves, everyone's laughing
Moving through the city of passing
I've written enough, enough for a while
I've written enough, enough for a while
And everything moves, we are the past
Everything moves, but outside these photographs
Everything dies, the cycles of time
Everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing through
I remember the streets, I remember these faces
Going through the ever ages
In these ever machines, crowding the streets
There must be some kind of factory where
The angels are made to just be replaced
I've written enough, enough for today
But everything moves, we are the past
Everything moves, but outside these photographs
Everything dies, the cycles of time
Everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing through
The angels are made to just be replaced
I've written enough, enough for today
But everything moves, we are the past
Everything moves, but outside these photographs
Everything dies, the cycles of time
Everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing through
