The Garden (with Clockwork Angels String Ensemble) - Rush

In this one of many possible worlds

All for the best something are test

It is what it is and whatever

Time is still the infinite jest

The arrow flies when you dream

The hours tick away

The cells take away

Watchmaker keep to his steeds?

The hours tick away

They tick away

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect

So hard to earn so easily burned

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect

So hard to earn so easily burned

Like the fullness of time

A garden to nurture and protect

In horizon to set of the sun?

To the stars goes spinning

Spinning 'round the night

Oh it is what it is and forever

Each moment of memory of light

The arrow flies while you dream

The hours tick away

The cells tick away

The watchmaker has time up his sleve

The hours tick away

They tick away

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect

So hard to earn so easily burned

In the fullness of time

A garden to nurture and protect

(Its a measure of a life)

The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect

The way you live the gifts that you give

And the fullness of time is the only return I do expect

The future dissapears to memory

With only a moment between

Forever dwells in that moment

Hope is what remains to be seen

Forever dwells in that moment

Hope is what remains to be seen

In the wholeness of time a garden to nurture and protect

(It's a measure of a life)

In the fullness of time a garden to nurture and protect

(It's a measure of a life)

In the wholeness of time a garden to nurture and protect

(It's a measure of a life)

In the fullness of time a garden to nurture and protect

(It's a measure of a life)

It’s a measure of a life