[00:11.29]this place was never my home,
[00:16.97]i was one of the statues.
[00:29.47]the grey was filling senses,
[00:32.19]killing time
[00:34.54]waiting for time's turn.
[00:45.86]we're never growing old,
[00:49.84]we are collecting lines.
[00:54.79]we're never growing old,
[00:59.20]we are making moments.
[01:03.78]we're never growing old,
[01:08.70]we are losing things.
[01:12.81]we're never growing old,
[01:17.14]we're just made of dust.
[01:24.17]the stairs are just
[01:25.80]as long as twenty years ago.
[01:30.15]each step hurts,
[01:34.44]is this how it goes?
[01:41.99]the thought of one more hand
[01:45.26]lifting off the weight.
[01:48.78]it breaks me.
[02:00.12]these scars,
[02:02.26]these pictures,
[02:05.88]these broken bones.
[02:11.70]they are life,
[02:13.40]they are life as it goes.
[02:16.67]we're never growing old,
[02:20.95]we are collecting lines.
[02:25.36]we're never growing old,
[02:30.21]we are making moments.
[02:34.66]we're never growing old,
[02:38.82]we are forgetting things.
[02:43.35]we're never growing old,
[02:48.90]we're just made of dust.
[02:51.86]made of dust