Hands of Time Songtext
von Badlands

The taste of salt water, old bread in your hand
Hardships you went through as you sailed to a far off land
Living by the compass, the cold wind was your guide
That evening horizon, well, it was a precious sight

So you went for the diamond and its crystal shine
But never could you turn back the hands of time

... The hands of time


An old wooden legged pirate cheated on the game
Spoken words mean nothing, old villains don′t know shame
The beauty of a chorus didn't lead to sleep
A fat wallet might shrink but stories ain′t that hard to keep

... The hands of time

Longing for the shore as you drift away
Getting hit by a storm as the sky turns grey
An opponent lies beaten, blood on the wooden deck
Tanking up on whiskey, breathing smoke of cigarettes

The taste of salt water, old bread in your hand
Hardships you went through as you sailed to a far off land
Living by the compass, the cold wind was your guide
That evening horizon, well, it was a precious sight

... The hands of time