[Verse] Time… it's always time… old treasures buried deep inside. A child unearths them one by one, and memories start to drown the mind. [Hook] [Acoustic guitar and a solemn cello enter softly] He gazes at his elders' hair, once dark, now silver threads appear. A quiet hand, a knowing stare, and time moves on, year by year. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, how fast the moments fade, what once amazed, now mundane. [Chorus] And now he sees those tiny hands, belonging to someone once unknown. His aunt became a grandmother, another page turned like many others. Now his fingers, slender, light, dance upon the keys so white. The notes race past, so quickly played, but in the slow songs, his thoughts have stayed. [Verse] How the world keeps shifting shape, skylines rising, open plains erased. He sees the endings, sees the starts, perhaps these are life’s moving parts. [Pre-Chorus] [Tension builds again with a rising violin line] Children cry, they sense the change, and deep inside, he feels the same. [Chorus] Some things must move, some must remain, like time itself, an old refrain. Time in my mind, slipping through, just give me time, I’ll make it through. [Chorus] Some things must move, some must remain, like time itself, an old refrain. Time in my mind, slipping through, just give me time, I’ll make it through. [Outro] Time, it's always time, just give me time. [Pause] Time, it's always time, just give me time... [Final Line] Time... just give me time...