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Who‘s the one who‘s stretching out his hand
Is it it or is it me that won‘t lose hold
Take on to the pendulum and sway
Like a mistletoe I‘m clinging to the cold
I am the trellis for those in need
To twine around
The rock of ages for those
Who‘re meant to wander around
I got no time for a break
And we got no time to waste
I‘ll save it up in the pace
I‘ll quantify thoughts away
that you don‘t need anyway
Oh what a beautiful day...
Is it it or is it me that won‘t lose hold
Take on to the pendulum and sway
Like a mistletoe I‘m clinging to the cold
I am the trellis for those in need
To twine around
The rock of ages for those
Who‘re meant to wander around
I got no time for a break
And we got no time to waste
I‘ll save it up in the pace
I‘ll quantify thoughts away
that you don‘t need anyway
Oh what a beautiful day...
Tic toc tic toc
Quelqu'un m'observe
La mendicité pour une danse
Tandis que ton sable du temps se presse
Ce que je tiens dans mes mains est rigide et ferme
Marque le temps, j'attribue et je divise
Maître des mains que tu guides
Coure si tu peux tandis que le guerres'accélère
Ancien des jours, je suis l'épaulement du rythme
Je te ferai mien, j'attribue et je divise
Maître des mains que tu pousses
Ce que je suis
Le maître de ces mains
Je guide le cheval vers l'eau que je fais boire
Je suis ici pour forcer la précision sur tout
Je ressens ton souffle sur mon cou
Je te ressens derrière moi
Et puisque je tourne autour
Il y a juste ce bruit effrayant
Je le ressens partout
Oh je sais que tu est ici...
Someone's watching over me
Begging for a dance
While your sands are running out
Rigid and firm‘s what I hold in my hands
Tick away time, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that guide you
Run if you can while the war drum‘s ticking on
Ancient of days, I‘m the shouldering pace
I will make you mine, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that push you
Angels fall
Time's gonna winnow all
Dying dreams
Right from wrong
Dwell in a run
Turn the wheel
Something‘s reaching out for me
Begging for a dance
While your sands are running out
Rigid and firm‘s what I hold in my hands
Tick away time, I allot and I divide
Ancient of days, I‘m the shouldering pace
I will make you mine, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that push you
Angels fall
Time's gonna winnow all
Dying dreams
Right from wrong
Dwell in a run
Turn the wheel
Something‘s reaching out for me
Begging for a dance
While your sands are running out
Rigid and firm‘s what I hold in my hands
Tick away time, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that guide you
Run if you can while the war drum‘s ticking on
Ancient of days, I‘m the shouldering pace
I will make you mine, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that push you
Run if you can while the war drum‘s ticking on
Ancient of days, I‘m the shouldering pace
I will make you mine, I allot and I divide
Master of the hands that push you
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