[00:11.29]This place was never my home,[00:16.97]I was one of the statues.[00:29.47]The grey was filling senses,[00:32.19]killing time[00:34.54]waiting for time's turn.[00:45.86]We're never growing old,[00:49.84]we are collecting lines.[00:54.79]We're never growing old,[00:59.20]we are making moments.[01:03.78]We're never growing old,[01:08.70]we are losing things.[01:12.81]We're never growing old,[01:17.14]we're just made of dust.[01:24.17]The stairs are just[01:25.80]as long as twenty years ago.[01:30.15]Each step hurts,[01:34.44]is this how it goes?[01:41.99]The thought of one more hand[01:45.26]lifting off the weight.[01:48.78]It breaks me.[02:00.12]These scars,[02:02.26]these pictures,[02:05.88]these broken bones.[02:11.70]They are life,[02:13.40]they are life as it goes.[02:16.67]We're never growing old,[02:20.95]we are collecting lines.[02:25.36]We're never growing old,[02:30.21]we are making moments.[02:34.66]We're never growing old,[02:38.82]we are forgetting things.[02:43.35]We're never growing old,[02:48.90]we're just made of dust.[02:51.86]made of dust