Time travel is a fact,
But then you only get to go one way,
You move on four and twenty hours each day,
And you never go back.
There's a nail in my heart,
A sharp reminder of what I once had,
I try to tell myself that's not so bad,
But then the real pain starts.
Can you hear the sound made by the sand in the glass,
Getting louder every day?
Each single grain that falls is one more moment passed,
Though it never goes away.
I hear it in the night,
Unlike a drowning man who grabs at straw,
A little hope is all that I reach for,
And then I hold on tight.
Sometimes it's really true,
That when the shadows cast by each mistake,
Are lying waiting for the dawn to break,
A little light shines through.
Can you hear the sound made by the sand in the glass,
Getting louder every day?
Each single grain that falls is one more moment passed,
Though it never goes away.
But then you only get to go one way,
You move on four and twenty hours each day,
And you never go back.
There's a nail in my heart,
A sharp reminder of what I once had,
I try to tell myself that's not so bad,
But then the real pain starts.
Can you hear the sound made by the sand in the glass,
Getting louder every day?
Each single grain that falls is one more moment passed,
Though it never goes away.
I hear it in the night,
Unlike a drowning man who grabs at straw,
A little hope is all that I reach for,
And then I hold on tight.
Sometimes it's really true,
That when the shadows cast by each mistake,
Are lying waiting for the dawn to break,
A little light shines through.
Can you hear the sound made by the sand in the glass,
Getting louder every day?
Each single grain that falls is one more moment passed,
Though it never goes away.
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