quarta-feira, 19 de julho de 2006

60 -Havia mais qualquer coisa para dizer...

















Ticking away the moments
that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours
in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece
of ground in your home town
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 find
ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run,
you 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 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.

TIME (Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour)

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