Lyrics

The Hours
(written by Tim Wake, 2005)

I drove down past the brook where the waters use to shine
Where the old mills served the rich and the gentlemen drank their wine
Past the spire and the square to where the railings disappeared
Soon forgotten, but for a moment

I gazed out across the field, where ten thousand lost their lives
Where nothing quite made sense; now historians theorise
I?d liked to have seen it in the flesh
I?d liked to have held their hopes and fears
?Cause all we know now has been filtered through the years

(chorus)
Maybe I, maybe I have changed
Maybe I?ve seen my dying days and I?m haunted by the hours
I don?t know why we scream and struggle and fight all our lives
When there?s no return

I?ve read books about revolutions, which paved the way for the modern age
Of their causes and movements, which seem so alien on the printed page
I felt such an appetite for deconstruction and reconstruction
Nothing will ever be the same again

(chorus)