There's no time for dull regrets

no-one underwrites your debts.

No satisfaction guaranteed,

but this much I believe

we make the lives we lead.



Best foot forward, face the day

as the moment slips away

like a whisper on the wind;

the tide turns as it breaks...

Given time

we lead the lives we make.



The curve that we trace in time

a shape of our own design.



Say it's over when it's done

did you learn to touch someone?

Long ago and far away,

voices linger on...

long ago, just yesterday,

caught in the clay of material need.

Given time

we make the lives we lead.



Given time

we make the lives we leave.



(PH - Piano, Guitar, Vox;

David Lord - Strings, Wind, Keyboard