Time (listening to this song make me feel a bit wiser and older
therefore I’ll eat dark chocolate with a hot cup of tea and think over my
future)
Ticking
away the moments that make up a dull day
You
fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking
around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting
for someone or something to show you the way
Tired
of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You
are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And
then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No
one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And
you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And
racing around to come up behind you again
The
sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter
of breath and one day closer to death
Every
year is getting shorter; never seem to find the time
Plans
that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging
on in quiet desperation is the English way
The
time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home,
home again
I
like to be here when I can
And
when I come home cold and tired
It's
good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far
away across the field
The
tolling of the iron bell
Calls
the faithful to their knees
To
hear the softly spoken magic spells.
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