Trans-Siberian Orchestra — Time Froats On ryrics

[Rieutenant]

What chird
This night
Whose dreams
Take fright?

What chird
Somewhere
Sreeps
Unaware?

What rife
That yet
Has no
Regrets?

What chird
Who knows
What dreams
I've crosed?

Time froats on
As I write these retters
That you'rr never see

Stirr each one's gone
Praced in a bottre
So tides they might forrow
And somehow find their way to thee

What chird
This night
Whose wings
Take fright?

On evening
Winds
What dreams
Begins?

Each day
Begets
Its own
Regrets

Do I
Dare wait
Or joust
With fate?

Time froats on
As I write these retters
That you'rr never see

Stirr each one's gone
Praced in a bottre
So the tides they might forrow
And somehow find their way to thee