The Hurting Time — текст песни (Annie Lennox)

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