the hurting time

Annie Lennox -The Hurting Time
To everything there is a purpose
To every blade of grass
And every leaf on every tree
Every livinthing will surely
Come to pass
And what will be will be
Thats when the hurtintime begins
And all the things you never said
Or didnt have the strengh to say
And everything you ever did
That time wont ever wash away
Fears that youve been livinwith
Come runnindown your face
Runnindown your face
When the hurtintime begins
So tell me what the day brings
Has it lost its 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 youre blaming
Is yourself
A million little deaths youve died
The times that youve been crucified
The more youve loved and lost and tried
And still could not be satisfied
When will you be satisfied
When will you be satisfied
Not till the hurtintime begins