Tekster: Fates Warning. The Eleventh Hour.

I know it's getting late
But I feel I need, I need to explain
All the laughter and the lies
Can't stay the fear or hide the pain

Somewhere along the way
We exchanged our dreams for selfish pride
There was a common goal
But somehow that vision has died

Is it so hard to understand
The facts that you ignore?
We've grown so tired of trying
Wasting our time criticizing

Oh, and nothing's easy anymore
Nothing's easy anymore

Is it too late to understand
The writing that's on the walls?
While we watch time slip through our hands
We're deaf to our own demands

Oh, when the eleventh hour calls
The eleventh hour calls

Oh, and nothing's easy anymore
Oh, when the eleventh hour calls
The eleventh hour calls

I know it's getting late
But I feel I need, I need to explain