.
[00:11.17]This place was never my home,
[00:16.75]I was one of the statues.
[00:29.00]The grey was filling senses,killing time,
[00:35.07]waiting for time's turn.
[00:45.32]We're never growing old,
[00:49.69]we are collecting lines.
[00:54.44]We're never growing old,
[00:58.70]we are making moments.
[01:03.42]We're never growing old,
[01:07.47]we are losing things.
[01:12.52]We're never growing old,
[01:16.62]we're just made of dust.
[01:23.85]The stairs are just as long as twenty years ago.
[01:30.03]Each step hurts,is this how it goes?
[01:41.56]The thought of one more hand lifting off the weight.
[01:48.33]It breaks me.
[01:59.72]These scars,
[02:02.01]these pictures,
[02:05.58]these broken bones.
[02:10.72]They are life,
[02:13.17]they are life as it goes.
[02:16.31]We're never growing old,
[02:20.35]we are collecting lines.
[02:25.07]We're never growing old,
[02:29.30]we are making moments.
[02:34.11]We're never growing old,
[02:38.59]we are forgetting things.
[02:43.28]We're never growing old,
[02:48.10]we're just made of dust,made of dust.