[00:03.236]The calendar has lost a year
[00:07.745]No sign of any rage or fear
[00:12.273]The words we used to throw around
[00:16.855]Are just a quiet, simple sound
[00:21.291]The quarrels once were raw and loud
[00:25.873]Are now a silent, distant crowd
[00:30.345]The tender words we never said
[00:33.755]Are sleeping in a quiet bed
[00:37.645]The water smooths the rock on the shore
[00:42.155]The wind reshapes the sand once more
[00:46.118]The sharpness of the hate has worn
[00:50.700]And love is something never torn
[00:55.645]The water smooths the rock on the shore
[01:00.136]The wind reshapes the sand once more
[01:04.100]The blame and anger start to bend
[01:08.655]And I am learning how to mend
[01:19.809]The quarrels once were raw and loud
[01:24.373]Are now a silent, distant crowd
[01:28.773]The tender words we never said
[01:32.227]Are sleeping in a quiet bed
[01:36.091]The water smooths the rock on the shore
[01:40.564]The wind reshapes the sand once more
[01:44.509]The sharpness of the hate has worn
[01:49.055]And love is something never torn
[01:54.018]The water smooths the rock on the shore
[01:58.491]The wind reshapes the sand once more
[02:02.400]The blame and anger start to bend
[02:06.964]And I am learning how to mend