Seven hours
and a handful of doubt
The candle burns quick now
and time is running out
I never asked for this
yet somehow here we are
I never asked for this
now I can't live without

Time, time moves
Time, time heals
Time, time slips
Time, time steals

Forty pages
and a handful doubt
The eyes are tired now
and the words are fading out
I never asked for this
yet somehow here we are
I never asked for this
now I can't live without

Time... time, time flies
Time... time, time fills
Time, time wastes
Time, time kills

I will leave behind all of the hours
I will find a way, a way out
I will walk away from all the years
with a handful of doubt, a handful of doubt

I will leave behind all of the pages
I will live without, live without
I will walk away far from here
with just a handful of doubt, a handful of doubt

Twenty years
and a handful of doubt
The candle burns quick now
and time is running out

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Writer(s): JIM MATHEOS