Things come wrapped up in time   Like the past in a present   Or the perfect line in a song      They take their time   And when they're gone   They take their time with them      And you can't have them back   Because the time for them has gone   And their time has gone with them      The time for them has gone.      There's an echo of them   An echo of the time they were wrapped in   Sweet or bitter in the memory   But an echo is all, all I can reach now      An echo of you   An echo of you   An echo of you in your time      Still echoing   Like a star in the sky   Like a star in the sky above me      And the story of it's life   Told backwards down this rod of light   But at it's beginning..   Long extinct.