Pat Fortney - The Hands of Time

It's boiling up; it's coming to a head
It's rising up; it's reaching a crest
It's catching up; It's getting out ahead

And I can feel it looming
I can feel the doom
It's bleeding through
Can you feel it Baby

It's coming for me and you; it's gaining speed
It's surging high; like a rising sea
It's after us; it's turning the screws

And I can feel the heat, yea
Yea, it's burning up
It's scorching the sky
Can you feel it Baby

There's nothing that we can do
To turn back time
It's running on
It's passing us by

It's got an eye on me and you
So I guess it's time to sit back Baby and watch
The time run out

Watch the hands of time run out on me and you

Written by:
Pat Fortney

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