They all have gone.
I sing in streets of silence.
She now is old;
I haven't aged a day.
Dress the day.
Wearing time,
Oh, so fitting.
Dress the day.
Wearing time,
Oh, so fitting.
The air so cold.
With whirling wind of color,
She now is gone,
And I am here to stay.
Dress the day.
Wearing time,
Oh, so fitting.
Dress the day.
Wearing time,
What's a day?
What's an hour?
In my capsule, floating bleak,
You peak,
You fall.
Dress the day.
Wearing time.
Dress the day.
Wearing time,
Standing in the street so cold,
Your godliness is growing old.
If only I was beautiful
Like you.
Dress the day.
