Echoberyl - Rectangle

In a minute
For a minute too late
Got no power
Got no face
A sorrow remains

In a minute
was a minute too long
got no defence
got no trace
a sorrow remains
In a minute too long
for a minute
In a minute

Ashes won't set
a clear design
I lost my days
Too many times
Too many times

Nothing will stay,
nothing is dense
And here I dry
My empty hands
My empty hands washed by the crying

A black hole I dig to hide my pride
To keep me apart
Apart from lies
Apart from my lies

Nothing will stay driven by sand
And here I dry
My empty hands
My empty hands washed by the crying

In a minute
Was a minute too long
Got no defence
Got no trace
A sorrow remains
A minute too long