This Might Be the Time

Ages blur away, once at a time We were silent waiting by the shoreline She locked out the door, went for a ride We were safe but standing in the wrong line Living a lonesome scape This might not change anything If we wake up Could we grow against the wind Could we slow this river down When danger's stepping in She puts promises and hope in those cribs I remember hearing their heartbeats She trows photographs in burning stones Fragile reveries that have died young Fated to rise and decay This might be the time to change If we wake up Could we grow against the wind Could we slow this river down When danger's stepping in Could a rupture lead us to the ground, where we'll find the meaning If we are given One more choice before the end Would we awake?