Hands of Time Songtext
von Éowyn
Hands of Time Songtext
It′s a crule world
But then again, maybe it was ment to be
Selfishly we all keep filling up
our lives with madness
While we seek what we need we
are making it a habit
Every hour that we lose focus is
another hour we waste away
It's not too late
Not all to fade
We can start today
Will you let your life pass you by
or decide to reset the hands of time?
Will you waist your lives
spinning lies?
Change design and reset the
hands of time
Desprately we all plead
resolution to our problems
Don′t you see we can be so
much more than what we are now?
There are choices that you and I make
We're not perfect
There will be mistakes
It's not too late
Not all to fade
We can start today
Will you let your life pass you by
or reset the hands of time?
Will you waist your lives
spinning lives?
Change design and reset the
hands of time
When I speak do You hear?
Tragicly I′ve learned the art of fleeing
Will I be a memory that paints
black pictures?
Lost in Your arms the canvas
comes alive
Will you let your life pass you by
or reset the hands of time?
Will you waist your lives
spinning lies?
Change design and reset the
hands of time
But then again, maybe it was ment to be
Selfishly we all keep filling up
our lives with madness
While we seek what we need we
are making it a habit
Every hour that we lose focus is
another hour we waste away
It's not too late
Not all to fade
We can start today
Will you let your life pass you by
or decide to reset the hands of time?
Will you waist your lives
spinning lies?
Change design and reset the
hands of time
Desprately we all plead
resolution to our problems
Don′t you see we can be so
much more than what we are now?
There are choices that you and I make
We're not perfect
There will be mistakes
It's not too late
Not all to fade
We can start today
Will you let your life pass you by
or reset the hands of time?
Will you waist your lives
spinning lives?
Change design and reset the
hands of time
When I speak do You hear?
Tragicly I′ve learned the art of fleeing
Will I be a memory that paints
black pictures?
Lost in Your arms the canvas
comes alive
Will you let your life pass you by
or reset the hands of time?
Will you waist your lives
spinning lies?
Change design and reset the
hands of time
Writer(s): Tom Findlay, Richie Havens, Andy Cato Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com