[Music: Wells, lyrics: Freeman]
Light slowly gives way
To the wind now it sways
The remains of the day
Time it marches alone
To a beat of its own
This can't go on
And on, and on!
And it feels like
A life rewinding
All my dreams
To dust are grinding
Gone is all my levity
So long I've prayed and cried
Yet it all seems tossed aside
Bound and locked
I hold no key
And in the aftermath
I feel my own demise
And in the aftermath
The smoke it starts to rise
Time moving backwards
Retrograde
Reversing in orbit
Tied to the stake
Retrograde
There's a stop in the clock
That's counting
And the tension's slowly mounting
Harnessing my energy
The pressure won't subside
I slowly die inside
My struggle now is to break free
In the aftermath there is no ray of light
And in the aftermath nothing moves forward
Time moving backwards
Retrograde
Reversing in orbit
Not much more can I take
Retrograde
Time it marches alone
To a beat of its own
But I forge on!
I see it very clear
In the aftermath
I know my time is near
Time moving backwards
Retrograde
Reversing in orbit
Tied to the stake
Retrograde