Vertaling: Freek de Jonge. De Zandloper.
I feel like I'm pounding on a big door No one can hear me knocking I feel like I'm falling flat to the floor No one can catch me from falling The hourglass
So are the days of out lives" It seems like every time I get something going It falls apart right in my hands It seems like every time I get it figured
Moments last to our closing eyes No one gets out alive The ring of truth bears no weight Of prophesy none too late The glassy eye of measured time A witness
I'm trapped in an hourglass Hands pressed on the walls I've got sand filling to the neck How much longer can I fall? Every grain is another day Every
I hear a ticking, it keeps on ticking Though it's only inside my head The light is flicking and hell is kicking A believer before it's dead And I'm looking
Sentado sobre una piedra de la calle Soledad, sentado como si fuera el "Pensador de Rodin" Esta es la historia de un nino que se detuvo a sonar que suena
Aw yeah, this one goes out to all you muthafuckers out there That didn't think we could make records that could bang in the club Ya that's right, all
You take my breathe away But I'll never taste your lips As fate keeps me locked away I must close my eyes to see your face Emptiness has darkened my
Slowly look away Afraid to remember What you couldn't say You wrote in this letter Come and take my hand Don't you understand? If it's meant to be Then
Sucks me in, taking a ride And I'm wishing for the satellite Grabbing vein pulling down on the radio Laughing at the face that's bending down I'm all
Nighttime crashes down on me I lost everything, I failed miserably. All these things I can't complete They encompass me, they bark at my feet. And the
Far so far away there's an impulse in your brain it remains invisible but it's waiting for a day In the maze of the ego's secret place you'll detect
(Instrumental)
He comes out of silence and opens the door Waiting for someone to die Deep in her heart she is hoping for The long-lost one How could she know when the
Horrified By what we've become Glorifying All the damage we have done Our time is running out Are you the one to change it Hourglass is running short
As we sift through the hour glass We realize that an hours passed And not a person here is innocent Were both as guilty as a sin It must have rained
The hourglass is slipping, slipping away She knows the clock is ticking And she knows her number is coming up She can't shake this feeling, it won't
