"Slow Cruel Hands of Time" as written by and N....
The biding of time, getting stuck in my mind,
There's a boat to row.
Two hours later, back in my neighborhood,
Where everything's just stalled.
Still looks the same, they remember my name,
Stepping in for a cup full.
There's big city man, I use to rumble with him,
Back in high school.

The slow cruel hands of time,
Turn you in to molten lava Oh my....

The place on the right, you can stop for awhile,
Look out for the policemen.
There's no street lamps, only three buildings,
And one of them's vacant.
It's taken all day, the packs feeling heavy,
And soon enough.
Backwards down the mountain, the axel is grinding,
Pull in to the wrong drive.

The sky is in the yard,
Stringy cotton candy in the fall.

The slow climb, the hard fall,
Sometimes, I don't want it at all.
I've done this so long, it's something I ought to know.
So long.

Finally up, all the peace is disrupted, and the birds fly.
Trapped for a moment, the Sheriff's department, got the wrong guy.

The towns reveal below.
Visible wind, through the fog.

Slow cruel hands of time,
Turning you back into a child.

Lyrics submitted by brian, edited by falden, clarkae32, NickG420

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    Lyric CorrectionBIDING of time
    IS a boat to row
    Where everything just STOPPED
    ...molten lava OH MY
    Place on the RIGHT
    And soon THE NIGHT
    The axle is GROUNDING
    STRINGY cotton candy is THE FOG
    The slow CLIMB the hard fall
    iangurteenon October 21, 2012   Link

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