The Hurting Time Lyrics

The Hurting Time lyrics

To everything there is a purpose ...
To every blade of grass
And every
leaf on every tree
Every livin' thing will surely
Come to pass
And
what will be will be ...
That's when the hurtin' time begins

And all
the things you never said
Or didn't have the strengh to say
And
everything you ever did
That time won't ever wash away
Fears that you've
been livin' with
Come runnin' down your face
Runnin' down your
face
When the hurtin' time begins ...

So tell me what the day
brings
Has it lost it's thrill?
Are you still searching
Hoping for
that
Space to fill ...
Everything you turn to
Is like a mirror on the
shelf
And the only one you're blaming
is yourself

A million little
deaths you've died
The times that you've been crucified
The more you've
loved and lost and tried
And still could not be satisfied
When will you
be satisfied?
When will you be satisfied?
Not till the hurtin' time
begins