Donny Brooks - Hours

Miles away the photos creep
Into your mind
Here come the dreams again
Memories
Cold memories
That come back to bite and scratch hope from your eyes
Nothing can be done to mend all of the scars
Maybe we just pretend
The past sticks like gum on our shoes

Look at the clock on the wall
There ain't much time left at all
So while we're in this moment of power
And while we've got these ours

Take this moment now and fill it up
Right now is the only thing that exist
These hours are mine
I won't give it up
Hold on to the hours, the hours

These hours are ours, yeah
These hours are ours, oh oh
These hours are ours, yeah
These hours are ours, oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Yeah, Yeah

Metronome ticking the days
Away like sand
A constant stream
It bends
Sit in the park next to me
Brushing my hair away
From my eyes
Something I hold in my mind
Locked in a loop
Until we reach the end
The last ticks they
Hum like the blues

Look at the clock on the wall
There ain't much time left at all
So while we got this moment of power
And while we've got these ours

Take this moment now and fill it up
Right now is the only thing that exist
These hours are mine
I won't give it up
Hold on to the hours, the hours

These hours are ours, yeah
These hours are ours, oh oh
These hours are ours, yeah
These hours are ours, oh oh

Written by:
April Lewis

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