time is ticking
mind is my playground
playing a lousy game
i am losing
blows of wind
sands of words
useless chants
battling with chances
chances so dim
hanging on a thread
don't put me down
keep me moaning
red light is a trick
stop me not
the dawn is breaking
someone is leaving
cursing defeat
a heart left bleeding
time is laughing
playing with fire
burning desires
wanting places
artistry is waning
come on!
turn back the time
ill be sitting still
quite as the dawn's glory
glorious as the wind blows
warm as a burning fire
ill be waiting.
