The River of Time
Drifting down the river of Time (Colliding, arising)
Kaleidoscope of colour in the sublime (Churning, returning)
A hand that cuts the water like a knife (Slicing, enticing)
Staring through the ripples and the tide (Dancing, enhancing my sight)
Falling through the memories of Life
Holding onto images
It feeds on emotion
Demands our devotion
And sucks all our innocence dry
Underneath the current it waits (Smiling, beguiling)
Visions of my story in its wake (Recalling, enthralling)
Pressed out on a pin board, with a skewer to the Past
It points to all the people and the days that couldn't last
And every single 'photo', that is hung up there to see
Reminds me of my losses, the cost of my victories
Falling through the memories of Life
Holding onto images
It feeds on emotion
Demands our devotion
And sucks all our innocence dry
And I'm out of time
Standing on this window side
I draw the line
The only way is down, down, down, down
It feeds on emotion
Demands our devotion
And sucks all our innocence dry
Drifting down the river of Time (Colliding, arising)
Kaleidoscope of colour in the sublime (Churning, returning)
A hand that cuts the water like a knife (Slicing, enticing)
Staring through the ripples and the tide (Dancing, enhancing my sight)
Falling through the memories of Life
Holding onto images
It feeds on emotion
Demands our devotion
And sucks all our innocence dry
Kaleidoscope of colour in the sublime (Churning, returning)
A hand that cuts the water like a knife (Slicing, enticing)
Staring through the ripples and the tide (Dancing, enhancing my sight)
Falling through the memories of Life
Holding onto images
It feeds on emotion
Demands our devotion
And sucks all our innocence dry
Underneath the current it waits (Smiling, beguiling)
Visions of my story in its wake (Recalling, enthralling)
Pressed out on a pin board, with a skewer to the Past
It points to all the people and the days that couldn't last
And every single 'photo', that is hung up there to see
Reminds me of my losses, the cost of my victories
Falling through the memories of Life
Holding onto images
It feeds on emotion
Demands our devotion
And sucks all our innocence dry
And I'm out of time
Standing on this window side
I draw the line
The only way is down, down, down, down
It feeds on emotion
Demands our devotion
And sucks all our innocence dry
Drifting down the river of Time (Colliding, arising)
Kaleidoscope of colour in the sublime (Churning, returning)
A hand that cuts the water like a knife (Slicing, enticing)
Staring through the ripples and the tide (Dancing, enhancing my sight)
Falling through the memories of Life
Holding onto images
It feeds on emotion
Demands our devotion
And sucks all our innocence dry
Credits
Writer(s): Guy Manning
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