{{|Alan Parsons Project - Time
Time, flowing like a river
Time, beckoning me
Who knows when we shall meet again
If ever
But time keeps flowing like a river
Time, beckoning me
Who knows when we shall meet again
If ever
But time keeps flowing like a river
Goodbye my love, maybe for forever
Goodbye my love, the tide waits for me
Who knows when we shall meet again
If ever
But time keeps flowing like a river(on and on)
To the sea, to the sea
Till it's gone forever
Gone forever
Gone forevermore
Goodbye my love, the tide waits for me
Who knows when we shall meet again
If ever
But time keeps flowing like a river(on and on)
To the sea, to the sea
Till it's gone forever
Gone forever
Gone forevermore
Goodbye my friends, maybe forever
Goodbye my friends, the stars wait for me
Who knows where we shall meet again
If ever
But time keeps flowing like a river(on and on)|}}
Goodbye my friends, the stars wait for me
Who knows where we shall meet again
If ever
But time keeps flowing like a river(on and on)|}}
{{|PinkFloyd -Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
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
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 find ten years have got behing you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behing you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behing you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
And racing around to come up behing you again
The sun is the same in the 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
He time is gone the song is over thought I'd something more to say. |}}
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
He time is gone the song is over thought I'd something more to say. |}}