Killing Time-Rökkurró

[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