There's a hollow I can't name No matter what I build or break While I remain a shadow here And all the things I hold in fear (I watch the world carve out its path) The clock won't slow for those who grieve The tide won't wait for those who bleed I am the spectator of time Standing still while the hours climb I should be there, I feel it burn But I only watch the world turn (The spectator of time) I long to leave something behind A mark, a name, a trace of me But hollow days keep passing by Like echoes no one hears but me (And I stand here with all I was) The clock won't slow for those who grieve The tide won't wait for those who bleed I am the spectator of time Standing still while the hours climb I should be there, I feel it burn But I only watch the world turn (The spectator of time) Is this all I am? A watcher in the wings While the stage burns bright With everything I could have been Time is not cruel It simply does not care And that is worse Than any wound I bear The world keeps turning, merciless and fast Time won't wait, it never looks back I stand still, a prisoner of lament Watching life evolve while I fade (Undone by my own unfinished cause?) I am the spectator of time Silent still while the hours climb Will I carve my name before the dark? Will I burn before I lose my spark? Am I just a drop in the ocean Lost in the tide of endless motion? Will I leave a mark when I'm gone Or vanish like a whisper in the storm? The spectator of me