Time moves slow It builds in chunks of weeks and months Viewed at once It crashes over us
Planned out Written down Figured out Then time moves slow for once Touch wood Burnt out Carved down
What I claimed from my youth Every excuse Is getting old Older by the second In waiting is a valuable lesson Time moves slow And I just rush to forget it
I don't want to be like that I don't want to be like that A thick slab That won't budge You can't push And I won't drag Can not cradle But you won't grab Now don't care if time moves slow again
Barely alive
Then time drags on again When it is everything An all-consuming slow-moving lament A glacier of bland thousand-yard stares At the other end are desert sands of five-year-plans and also-rans Wasn't snatched from my hand but it fell through the gaps of my fingers and then…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
