Wrapped Up In Time

Things come wrapped up in time
Like the past in a present
Or the perfect line in a songThey take their time
And when they're gone
They take their time with themAnd you can't have them back
Because the time for them has gone
And their time has gone with themThe time for them has gone.There's an echo of them
An echo of the time they were wrapped in
Sweet or bitter in the memory
But an echo is all, all I can reach nowAn echo of you
An echo of you
An echo of you in your timeStill echoing
Like a star in the sky
Like a star in the sky above meAnd the story of it's life
Told backwards down this rod of light
But at it's beginning..
Long extinct.