and if it stands or if it crumbles
only time will tell

if you carve my name in marble
you must cut it deep

there´ll be no dancing on the gravestone
you must let me sleep
and time is burning burning burning
it burns away

I don´t need to see the gates of
famous men
but I do try to see the kingdom
every now and then

if you ask me where it is it´s on a
humble map
and I know that to enter in the doorway
show your handicapand time is burning burning burning
it burns away