And you run and you run
To catch up with the sun
But it's sinking
And 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 is gone the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say |
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