The Countdown - Cruel Hand

Things look grim

Time’s running thin

It was on our side but now it’s gone again

I guess it slipped away

Sifting through the grains

If I had the time I would make it pay

Time on my hands, but my hands are tied

Deal with the knots that we never denied

Tomorrow hit me and it woke me up

Yesterdays grasp become unlocked

Rubbed my eyes because it was today

I want to sleep my life away

Tomorrow so distance

Future so vague

Yesterday is a memory

Memories fade