These Days - Powderfinger
It's coming round again The slowly creeping hand Of time and it's command Soon enough it comes And settles in it's place Its shadow in my face Puts pressure in my day This life well it's slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned It's coming round again The slowly creeping hand Of time and it's command It settles in it's place Its shadow in my face Puts pressure in my day Soon enough it comes Here it is again The slowly creeping hand Of time and it's command Soon enough it comes Settles in it's place Puts pressure in my day Undignified and lame This life well it's slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned Control well it's slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned Soon enough it comes Soon enough it comes To tie us down (Ooooh) it's coming round again Slow, slowly creeping hand This life well it's slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned Control well it's slipping right through my hands These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Artist: Powderfinger
Title: These Days