Текст песни — The Hurting Time — 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 beginsСлова песни — The Hurting Time — Annie Lennox