Tempo. 1

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Ticking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And 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 the 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 a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Pink Floyd - Time

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