Slow Cruel Hands Of Time

Part of the talking got stuck in my mind

Is a board to road.

Two hours later back in my neighbourhood, where

Everything just stole.

It still looks the same, they remember my name

Stepped it in for a cup full.

Is big city manner used to rumble with him

Back in high school.

The slow cruel hands of time

Tur into a ultime lover or more

Piece on the ride, you can stop for a while

To look out for a policeman,

There's no street nails

Only free buildings, and one of them faking.

Is taking all day,

The pack's feeling heavy and soon enough.

Backwards down the mountain the axel is brown,

Fall into a long drive.

The sky is in the yard,

Stream cot candy in the fall.

Slow card the hard to fall

So long times I don't?

I've gone this so long

Something I hardly know

Slow gone.

Finally up the pieces disrrupted and the birds fly.

Trapped for a moment

The sheriff's department got the wrong guy.

The town is revealed the lone,

Visible winds through the fog.

This slow cruel hands of time, turning you back into a child.