- cifra
Lying down, time always seems to slip around you
Waiting for the day that you become someone brand new
Moments, idle past by the hour
In comfort, you don't mind
All things seem to go, to and fro
As if you don't even know
If you're too slow, you won't catch up
I hate to say it now, but I need to interrupt
Moments, idle past by the hour
In comfort, you don't mind
All things seem to go, to and fro
As if you don't even know
