I got no sense of time The second hand slaps Me, oh, so silly And insults my character now For I like my Mood to lead me I walk into your room Prepared with reasons why I can't join You for this whole afternoon I just got one day Of writing it all down And oh, so here I go I must seize all my time by Grabbing this old clock setter By his bald gray forelock All wasted on the job My life span quickly shortening And rushing and only half done Can't remember how old that I am Not one minute to sit I look so busy, you don't Bother not anymore to Ask for my help Not a yelp I must seize all my time by Grabbing this clock setter By his gray forelock And at this very same moment Take this task at hand The one that landed right in my lap When folks refuse to see How much is too much I shall turn away then to thee In thee great chronicle Of wasted time through these years Sleeping does not appear now I must seize all my time by Grabbing this clock setter By his gray forelock And at this very same moment Take this task at hand The one that landed right in my lap When folks refuse to see How much is too much I shall turn away then to thee For time is man's problem A gift from dad with a plan And the means to, to complete The means to complete Means to, to complete © NEW JERUSALEM MUSIC PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com