[00:11.29]This place was never my home, [00:16.97]I was one of the statues. [00:29.47]The grey was filling senses, [00:32.19]killing time [00:34.54]waiting for time's turn. [00:45.86]We're never growing old, [00:49.84]we are collecting lines. [00:54.79]We're never growing old, [00:59.20]we are making moments. [01:03.78]We're never growing old, [01:08.70]we are losing things. [01:12.81]We're never growing old, [01:17.14]we're just made of dust. [01:24.17]The stairs are just [01:25.80]as long as twenty years ago. [01:30.15]Each step hurts, [01:34.44]is this how it goes? [01:41.99]The thought of one more hand [01:45.26]lifting off the weight. [01:48.78]It breaks me. [02:00.12]These scars, [02:02.26]these pictures, [02:05.88]these broken bones. [02:11.70]They are life, [02:13.40]they are life as it goes. [02:16.67]We're never growing old, [02:20.95]we are collecting lines. [02:25.36]We're never growing old, [02:30.21]we are making moments. [02:34.66]We're never growing old, [02:38.82]we are forgetting things. [02:43.35]We're never growing old, [02:48.90]we're just made of dust. [02:51.86]made of dust