Shadows wept across the floor as she made her way towards me   In Tamzin's hand the splintered rose, a symbol her purity   And I was struck for the thirteenth time that she hadn't seen me waiting   And reality rained cruel and fast from the wounds that she was hiding      Feel the world is wasting your time      I caught her arm and in her eyes, the first words of the inner reason   She held me close and in her mind I saw her paint that forbidden season   "We can't just leave", I think I said but my words held scarce their meaning   The book is sealed, the motive read that Tamzin's words were healing      Feel the world is wasting your time      Tamzin said she's leaving   Tamzin said she's bleeding   Tamzin's just a touch away      Tamzin said she's leaving   Now she's stopped believing   Tamzin's just a touch away      Feel the world is wasting your time