Awaiting there
The future shows up empty-handed
Between sunrise
And sunset
Wondering How
Did it get late so soon
Two golden hours
Each set with sixty minutes
Suspect each hour
For it is a thief
That creeps away
With more than it brings
I spent half of time
Longing so bad
For something else
The other half just regretting that
The time is unfaithful itself
To whom, who abused it
I wasted time and now does time waste me
The sound that tells, what hour it is
Are noisy groans
Which strike upon my heart
Which is the bell
What a vain show Life seemed!
The bell keeps relentless tolling
All is past! All are passing! All are shadows!
Today is a passing ghost
Waiting is an exercise of faith
As if you could kill time
Without injuring eternity
The time is unfaithful itself
To whom, who abused it
I wasted time and now does time waste me
The sound that tells, what hour it is
Are noisy groans
Which strike upon my heart
Which is the bell
The time is unfaithful itself
To whom, who abused it
I betrayed time and now time betrays me
The sound that tells, what hour it is
Are noisy groans
Which strike upon my heart
Which is the bell
The tolling bell
Time, the tolling bell
