Tuesday, August 09, 2016

2.1559 : 8/9/09 : Slow Time

As if a minute means ten
keep tracing over the line again
darkness, coldness
no revelation no boldness
It’s a crime
I can’t battle this slow time
Store up against all those bad old
fleeting moments I can never hold
If you want it you can’t get it
Want to throw it away then forget it
It speaks of a designer true
one who’s got it out for you
It’s a crime
I can’t battle this slow time
Store up against all those bad old
fleeting moments you can never hold
It’s a crime
I can’t battle this slow time
Store up against all those bad old
fleeting moments you can never hold

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