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Monday, 7 January 2008
Borrowed Time
Posted by
Fayre Meira
I was sitting there waiting for the sands to fall
while the clock beside me ticks by
You could say that I was running from the rain and storm
but we both know better, we both know it's a lie
I was waiting there with the greatest of hopes on the edge
just slightly short of falling into
nothing and everything
nothing yet everything
and I'm living through this now on borrowed time
God only knows if I'll make it through without you
nothing is ever as it was to me before
and I'm still not able to make sense of
anything.. yeah
You were more than just a memory
If I could, believe me I would have erased you
but things are always easier said than done
and so
I stood by on the weakened ledge
about to fall away, silently hoping that
you'll be there again to catch me
yet I know that I cannot afford
to appease empty wishes such as these
and I'm living through this now on borrowed time
God only knows if I'll make it through without you
nothing is ever as it was to me and I
cannot see what's right in front of me
I'm covered neck-deep in quicksand
while your face floats by I live on through
borrowed time
while the clock beside me ticks by
You could say that I was running from the rain and storm
but we both know better, we both know it's a lie
I was waiting there with the greatest of hopes on the edge
just slightly short of falling into
nothing and everything
nothing yet everything
and I'm living through this now on borrowed time
God only knows if I'll make it through without you
nothing is ever as it was to me before
and I'm still not able to make sense of
anything.. yeah
You were more than just a memory
If I could, believe me I would have erased you
but things are always easier said than done
and so
I stood by on the weakened ledge
about to fall away, silently hoping that
you'll be there again to catch me
yet I know that I cannot afford
to appease empty wishes such as these
and I'm living through this now on borrowed time
God only knows if I'll make it through without you
nothing is ever as it was to me and I
cannot see what's right in front of me
I'm covered neck-deep in quicksand
while your face floats by I live on through
borrowed time
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