| Song | Life Runs Out Like Sand |
| Artist | Bill Nelson |
| Album | Quit Dreaming (And Get On The Beam) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bill Nelson | |
| 作词 : Nelson | |
| In this ever changing world, | |
| In these times, | |
| These days of challenge, | |
| As my systems begin to fail, | |
| I hear voices, | |
| Beyond the veil ... | |
| Love decays | |
| Under our dying star, | |
| Strange how time delays | |
| The knowing who we are ... | |
| As the years slip through my hand, | |
| My life | |
| Runs out | |
| Like Sand ... | |
| I will play a poison lullaby, | |
| In fields of gravity, | |
| Under a falling sky ... | |
| As the day | |
| Slow-fades away, | |
| Warning shadows | |
| Crawl across my walls of grey ... | |
| Sweetness drips | |
| From the exquisite corpse, | |
| Sleeping sickness | |
| Grips at every ghost who walks. | |
| As the years slip through my hand, | |
| My Life | |
| Runs Out | |
| Like Sand. |
| zuo qu : Bill Nelson | |
| zuo ci : Nelson | |
| In this ever changing world, | |
| In these times, | |
| These days of challenge, | |
| As my systems begin to fail, | |
| I hear voices, | |
| Beyond the veil ... | |
| Love decays | |
| Under our dying star, | |
| Strange how time delays | |
| The knowing who we are ... | |
| As the years slip through my hand, | |
| My life | |
| Runs out | |
| Like Sand ... | |
| I will play a poison lullaby, | |
| In fields of gravity, | |
| Under a falling sky ... | |
| As the day | |
| Slowfades away, | |
| Warning shadows | |
| Crawl across my walls of grey ... | |
| Sweetness drips | |
| From the exquisite corpse, | |
| Sleeping sickness | |
| Grips at every ghost who walks. | |
| As the years slip through my hand, | |
| My Life | |
| Runs Out | |
| Like Sand. |
| zuò qǔ : Bill Nelson | |
| zuò cí : Nelson | |
| In this ever changing world, | |
| In these times, | |
| These days of challenge, | |
| As my systems begin to fail, | |
| I hear voices, | |
| Beyond the veil ... | |
| Love decays | |
| Under our dying star, | |
| Strange how time delays | |
| The knowing who we are ... | |
| As the years slip through my hand, | |
| My life | |
| Runs out | |
| Like Sand ... | |
| I will play a poison lullaby, | |
| In fields of gravity, | |
| Under a falling sky ... | |
| As the day | |
| Slowfades away, | |
| Warning shadows | |
| Crawl across my walls of grey ... | |
| Sweetness drips | |
| From the exquisite corpse, | |
| Sleeping sickness | |
| Grips at every ghost who walks. | |
| As the years slip through my hand, | |
| My Life | |
| Runs Out | |
| Like Sand. |