Your Time (Words in Lead)

Pointers were laid quite frequently
On door posts hung with pins
Words in lead that remain impersonal
No matter how you read

Taking roads, meeting eyes
All going, seeing nowhere
An anguish deep inside builds to a panic
A despair We go oh no not againAnd we desperate, we hold our heads low
Our hold on life it's tense
As we wade through all the other lost and lonely ones
Their pain shows through their eyes
They know there is no bliss in ignorance
No relief for the insane
Who will tear their fingers blooded
At the stones that built their time

It's their time
It's your time
It's my timeAnd then how does this nightmare exist
Who allowed this town, this city hell
There is only you and I
Let's abandon this plumbum

Love is silent
Love is weightless