Time slipping through my fingers,
like tiny grains of sand,
the scent of her still lingers,
playing tricks with my mind,
time is of the essence,
body clocks on the move,
is there ever going to be,
the future me and you..

the days turn into weeks,
the seasons' change with age
the university of life,
time to turn another page
hard for me to say the things,
I really want to say,
hard for me to compensate,
for the thoughts of losing you

time slipping through my fingers,
like tiny grains of sand,
left here in this limbo,
I just don't understand,
guess I need to accept the fact,
sometimes love can be so cruel
if only I could turn back time,
to spend it all again with you