Falling
Time ticking round the clock
Falling like the drops
On the windowpane
They trickle down the ledge
Running from the edge
Vanish down the drain
I'm hanging out with one hand
I've got no real plans
Where I want to stay
Time like tiny grains of sand
Slipping through my hand
I'm falling through the days
Here lying in my room
Sunday afternoon
And the sun is out
Cars outside in the street
Crawling through the heat
Round the roundabout
I'm hanging out with one hand
I've got no real plans
Where I want to stay
Time like tiny grains of sand
Slipping through my hand
I'm falling through the days
Snow falling through the trees
Swirling in the breeze
Melting on the ground
I don't know what I hoped
I thought maybe a note
I never heard a sound
I'm hanging out with one hand
I've got no real plans
Where I want to stay
Time like tiny grains of sand
Slipping through my hand
I'm falling through the days
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