[Intro electric guitar] [Verse] Wasted time that’s slowly growing in an hourglass confined, with both grace and grief combined, burying what’s not worth knowing. And whether fast or gently flowing, that peculiar scene we find, sun or full moon intertwined, lighting up my roof, still glowing. [Pre-Chorus] Yet it always leaves behind, everything just as designed. [Chorus] The clock lets fall the grains of sand on the skin of yesterday, all the emptiness it’s planned will be seen another day. Everything falls into place, let my breath run wild and free, never slowing in its pace while there’s time enough for me. [Instrumental] [Verse] Wasted time we still desire for a reason hard to name, sometimes shifting all the same, keeping old complaints alive. Reason stands there in the fire, lost and puzzled by the game, time won’t die or feel the same when our lives no longer strive. [Pre-Chorus] Yet it always leaves behind, everything just as designed. [Chorus] The clock lets fall the grains of sand on the skin of yesterday, all the emptiness it’s planned will be seen another day. Everything falls into place, let my breath run wild and free, never slowing in its pace while there’s time enough for me. Never slowing in its pace, while there’s time enough for me.
