Montana wildhack · Dec 11, 2011
Time

Theres no way to hold on, before those bright eyes, it will be gone
The days keep on slipping, while the nights drag by
Theres no way to keep it, so why even try
Cling to each moment or wish them away
They'll be gone either way
The clocks tick down our dwindling time
Can't be bought back with that pretty dime
Work so hard and long
Put in the time and sing your song
Makes no difference what you say
The tune will fade, the words drift away

 
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