The sand in the hour glass, slips on through, Grain by grain... what'cha gonna do?
Time is slipping through your fingers... Time is goin' out the door. You can't get more.
Time is slipping through your fingers some more.
The seasons turn about, make your inside out. Leaves turn from green to brown, And, tumble closer to the ground. Time marches on....
Interlude
Maybe if I close my eyes? Maybe if I give it a try? ... He [Father Time] won't see me? little, little me.
I can feel Him upon me, Breathing down my neck. I can feel Him around me, A definite, definite threat!
Time is slipping on by, Slipping through my grasp. Time is slipping on by, it'll pass (there goes some now).
Surely, it'll pass (oops.. and there goes some more). Surely, it'll pass (hehehe... and a little more). Surely, it'll pass (and...).
What are you going to do with your time?
Additional Multimedia Download Info.
If you need help hearing music or viewing video through your computer, please click here.
© The Philadelphia Spirit Experiment / Membrane.Com