She could never look at it again
the past is dead

He could never live again
the past is dead

They could never have another day
the past is dead

They could never breath again
The past is dead

all we could do is read
the past is truly history

The new life reaps the rewards
The future belongs to the living

Today is an image of the past
While tomorrow is a preview of the future

Buried in the land of the lost
While others live at no cost

They were separated by the minutes they lived
And the seconds they died

She was of choice
He was of conscience

hours before the next train
They knew the days couldn't ease the pain