Fleeting Hours

Watching the hands turn

Holding my breath again Slipping through my fingers like the autumn rain

Every single calendar is just a page of pain

I was waiting for the right time to begin

Now I'm looking at the places I have been

And all the years we threw away

They scream inside my head today

Lost in the slipstream of a life gone by

Reaching for the pieces of a faded sky

We let the gold turn into gray

No way to buy back yesterday (ah!) (oooh)

If I could turn the clock face round Pick up the pieces

from the ground I'd run so fast,

I'd break the light Before the morning turns to night

Lost in the slipstream of a life gone by

Reaching for the pieces of a faded sky

We let the gold turn into gray

No way to buy back yesterday No way to buy back

Yesterday