Till the end of time   The world stops   We all stand still   Let the floods come   As they always do   Watch the sun break through      We are memories and signs   Some of what we leave behind   Waiting for the wave   We are fragments made of time   We are broken, we are fine      There's something   In repetition, real life   Not some exhibition      I wouldn't wish it on you   I wouldn't wish it on myself   The sanatorium is overworked, cannot help      They steal you from a future life   You've got to stop hurt   A thousand ways you can escape   Disappear and fade away      Tell me that I'm wrong   All that strength can make you weak   Chasing you and chasing me all night      There's something   In repetition, real life   Not some exhibition      I wouldn't wish it on you   I wouldn't wish it on myself   The sanatorium is overworked and cannot help   The balance is your spayed   You make it back like no one else      There's something   Repetition, real life   Real life, real life, real      I wouldn't wish it on you   I wouldn't wish it on myself   The balance is your spayed   You make it back like no one else   The sanatorium is overworked and cannot help      I wouldn't wish it on you   I wouldn't wish it on myself   Myself, myself