Equinox - Sub Rosa

If it weren’t to be now, tell me

When it was going to be?

You build your creed and make believe

You better stay right here

But when it comes down to the thing,

You are older than you imagine

And if it doesn’t make things happen now

Perhaps it’s your last chance

It’s too late

Too late

The winds are howling on my blue hands

I think I couldn’t hear the starting gun

My senses tangled to the core

I stand to a few dreams waiting for more

Now you’re close to see an end

And feel the story must be told

But in the end we see the story

Has just begun