Texty:
10000 Maniacs Our Time In Eden

: Times are far between, and few I bet, when we can look upon our lives without regret. Of all the things I have done, you think I'm proud of everyone

: That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy. Wild apple blossoms everywhere. Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams

in a string of days the year is gone. But in that space of time, it takes so long. Because we can't make up for the time that we've lost, I must let

got more lives. In your reckless eyes, you only have time and your love of danger--to it your no stranger. In that August breeze of those forgotten trees, your time

he made. Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card won't fade. 10:05 his truck pulled home. 10:05 he climbed his stair, about the time he was accused

the night is made. Hear it grow, hear it fade. The sound you're hearing, the sound you're fearing is the hate that parades up and down our streets,

: These are the days you'll remember. Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this. And as you feel it, you'll know

time, but the clock is another demon that devours our time in Eden, in our Paradise. Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divine? Is there still time

Times are far between, and few I bet, when we can look upon our lives without regret. Of all the things I have done, you think I'm proud of everyone