These Days – Thelma Plum (originally by Powderfinger)
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It’s coming ’round again The slowly creeping hand Of time and its command Soon enough it comes And settles in its place Its shadow in my face Puts pressure in my day
This life, well, it’s slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned Control, well, it’s slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned
It’s coming ’round again The slowly creeping hand Of time and its command It settles in its place Its shadow in my face Puts pressure in my day Soon enough it comes
Here it is again The slowly creeping hand Of time and its command Soon enough it comes And settles in its place Its shadow in my face Undignified and lame
This life, well, it’s slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned Control, well, it’s slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned
(Soon enough it comes)
This life, well, it’s slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned Control, well, it’s slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned