Текст песни
Time... just slips... through my hands...
The clock on the wall still ticks the same sound
But the hands feel heavy, dragging the ground
I see your face in my own reflection
A fading connection, a lost direction
You showed me the world through your tired eyes
Now the colors are bleeding into grey skies
And it's all just dust on the clock, slipping away
Another sunrise, but it feels like decay
Watching your pictures fade into yellow
A story unfinished, a once lively fellow
Yeah, it's all just dust... on the clock
Time... just slips... through my hands...
I'm mad at the moments I wasted, the calls that I missed!
For thinking that you'd always just... exist
Now every "someday" is a "never" that stings
A silence that drowns out all the trivial things
They say "life goes on," what a hollow-ass phrase
When I'm stuck in the past, in a nostalgic haze
Your voice on the voicemail I'll never erase
A ghost in the machine, in this empty space
And it's all just dust on the clock, slipping away
Another sunrise, but it feels like decay
Watching your pictures fade into yellow
A story unfinished, a once lively fellow
Yeah, it's all just dust... on the clock
Time... just slips... through my hands...
