Hours

The weather's acting up
The rain gets through the sliding doors
Chauffeurs hold signs with names
On the screen it says the bus is running late

A voice cuts through the noise
A stressed out man with curly hair
He huffs and puffs away
At a girl who doesn't really give a damn

And I watch the minutes turn to hours
And the hours to days
And the seeds that quickly turned to flowers
Are fading away

I know, I know, I know
I could sit back, enjoy the show
But I feel, I feel, I feel
Like I'm running for a bus that's gonna leave

And I watch the minutes turn to hours
And the hours to days
And the seeds that quickly turned to flowers
Are fading away

And I watch the minutes turn to hours
And the hours to days
And the seeds that quickly turned to flowers
Are fading away



Credits
Writer(s): ásgeir Aðalsteinsson, ómar Guðjónsson, Valdimar Guðmundsson
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