I'm waiting while watching the hands of the clock tick by.
The time passes like sand through an hourglass.
I'm waiting and watching each grain pass by.
Just wondering when time might stand still,
And when the hourglass will spill itself all over me.
Then, I'll have all the time on my hands.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
I'm waiting while watching the hands of the clock tick by.
The time passes like sand through an hourglass.
I'm waiting and watching each grain pass by.
Just wondering when time might stand still,
And when the hourglass will spill itself all over me.
Then, I'll have all the time on my hands.
I've nothing but time
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