From the recording Bob Spring & The Calling Sirens
Lyrics
MONUMENTS OF OUR TIME
It’s the waiting that kills the ones like me
Yeah it’s the waiting… Moaning to see
We only reach out for the moment
We only reach out for what’s real and what’s now
When days are slitting like grains of sand through your hands
And with them the monuments of our time
Days are slitting like grains of sand through your hands
With them the monuments of our time
It’s the waiting that kills the ones like me
Yeah it’s the waiting that kills my kind you see
We only reach out for the moment
We only reach out for it now… Yeah, right now!
When days are slitting like grains of sand through your hands
And with them the monuments of our time
Days are slitting like grains of sand through your hands
With them the monuments of our time
When days are slitting like grains of sand through your hands
And with them the monuments of our time
Days are slitting like grains of sand through your hands
With them the monuments of our time
Days are slitting like grains of sand through your hands
With them the monuments of our time