Letra de The hurting time

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.