ticking away, the moments that make up a dull day as you fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way.
kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town, waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain…
you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today…
and then one day you'll find ten years have got behind you,
no one told you when to run… you missed the starting gun………
now you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking…
racing around to come up behind you again…
the sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older,
shorter of breath and one day closer to death…..
every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time…
plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines…
hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way…
the time has gone, this song is over,
though i'd something more to say……..
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eh da…
a da mi je nekad vratiti vrijeme
znam, znam
zato treba uzivati u svakom trenutku….;-)
ticking away, the moments that make up a dull day as you fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way.
kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town, waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain…
you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today…
and then one day you'll find ten years have got behind you,
no one told you when to run… you missed the starting gun………
now you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking…
racing around to come up behind you again…
the sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older,
shorter of breath and one day closer to death…..
every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time…
plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines…
hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way…
the time has gone, this song is over,
though i'd something more to say……..
upravo tako, nazalost…..
vrijeme leti kao ludo zato ga ja pokusavam sto vise iskoristiti super ti je blog posjeti i ti moj
vrijeme leti kao ludo zato ga ja pokusavam sto vise iskoristiti super ti je blog posjeti i ti moj
e da
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