Everything keeps happening at the speed of life Why do memories wait so long Before they start looking back at the speed of life
There's something you want to say Somewhere you want to be Someone you long to see
Somehow it happens as suddenly as saying good night And once yesterday wasn't so far out of sight But that was when we never thought about the speed of life
Maybe we should have prayed when we were young That life would have stayed as it had begun And now lonely has become the meaning of quiet
There's something you want to say But who will hear the words that fade away At the speed of life
I get this heavy regret when I am at work. If I had prayed more maybe I would have had the courage to get a better job a long time ago instead of panwashing and factory work, yuk!
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