In the white washed cancer ward with my hot blood running wild
I see the pain behind your eyes and the search for a reason
And the knowing and the fear of the passing season
Now please give me strength to cut and to keep our secret
Please give me strange to cut
Ch: That the things we love may remain here still
There is time to wait and there`s a time to kill
I see your outstretched hand through the closing door
But it`s a far better thing I do than I have done before
And so it seems that murder`s not so hard - I`ve eaten flesh and blood each day
And if I believe the things I write through the passing season
Then with a rifle in my hand and with a thousand reasons
I`ll wait, far above the crowd in the summer sunshine
And history changes now, forever
That the things we love may remain here still
There is time to wait and there`s a time to kill
From the barren land come the seeds of war
So it`s a far better thing that I do than I have done before