rstir
shine
This will be my final statement
so pay no heed to the former things Iâve said
Life has taught me how to be humble
and thankful for everything
All the ones my mind has touched
I bid you all farewell
Itâs your turn now
Reciting childhood rhymes
All I have is time
And time is getting old
And Iâm getting old
Three long weeks and two more years to follow
Iâm counting sleepless stars outside my window
Iâm reaching for that lonely red body
Oh God I miss the sound
of wind blowing
Now itâs only silence
Iâll miss your planet
Itâs your turn now
Itâs your turn now