Time / Breathe Songtext
von Stardeath and White Dwarfs
Time / Breathe Songtext
You′re feeling the way moments that make up a dull day
You're free to waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you′ll find ten years have got behind you
And no one told you where to run, you've missed the starting gun
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you′re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half-baked scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation
The time is gone, the song is over, start something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It′s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field, tolling young iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees to
Hear the softly spoken magic spell
You're free to waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you′ll find ten years have got behind you
And no one told you where to run, you've missed the starting gun
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you′re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half-baked scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation
The time is gone, the song is over, start something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It′s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field, tolling young iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees to
Hear the softly spoken magic spell
Writer(s): David Gilmour, Richard Wright, Roger Waters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
