[02:31.420]Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
[02:38.690]You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
[02:46.170]Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
[02:53.340]Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
[02:57.829]
[03:00.590]Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
[03:08.0]You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
[03:16.300]And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
[03:23.320]No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
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[04:54.810]So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
[05:05.300]Racing around to come up behind you again.
[05:11.980]The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
[05:19.200]Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
[05:24.610]
[05:26.610]Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
[05:33.300]Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
[05:41.200]Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
[05:48.510]The time is gone, the song is over,
[05:52.159]Thought I'd something more to say.
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[06:20.920]I like to be here, but I can't.
[06:28.870]When I come home already tired.
[06:35.490]It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
[06:30.96]Far away across the field
[06:34.79]The tolling of the iron bell
[06:39.08]Calls the faithful to their knees
[06:42.88]To hear the softly spoken magic spells