The Garden - Rush
In this world of many possible worlds
I'll find the best
Or some bizarre test
It is what it is and whatever
Time is still the infinite jest
The arrow flies
When you dream
The hours tick away
The cells tick away
The Watchmaker keeps
To his schemes
The hours tick away
They tick away
The measure of a life is a measure
Of love and respect
So hard to earn
So easily burned
The measure of a life is a measure
Of love and respect
So hard to earn so easily burned
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
In the rise and the set of the sun
'Til the stars go spinning
Spinning 'round the night
It is what it is and forever
Each moment a memory in flight
The arrow flies while you breathe
The hours tick away
The cells tick away
The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve
The hours tick away they tick away
The measure of a life is a measure
Of love and respect
So hard to earn
So easily burned
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)
The treasure of a life is a measure
Of love and respect
The way you live
The gifts that you give
In the fullness of time
Is the only return that you expect
The future disappears into memory
With only a moment between
Forever dwells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen
Forever dwells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)
(It's a measure of a life)
(It's a measure of a life)
(It's a measure of a life)
