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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.
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Thursday, November 04, 2004
Time
Time has slipped past me
Time is no longer in hours, minutes nor seconds
Its counted in the amount of chapters I read
Confined to my pages, sometimes, in my room, in my bed, or at Uni
I don't remember the last time I sat down to have coffee with a friend,
Nor do I remember the last time, I had a wholesome meal.
Having a good chat face to face, seems like a seldom ocurrence these days
Phone calls to some has become lacking and wane as well
I want to go back to those days, when time, was just time.
Counted, defined, but carries no meaning for me
"I've got all the time in the world"
I don't get to say that much no more.
I want to go back to those days, when conversations across a cuppa, phone calls, mid-afternoon binges and late night suppers, didn't mean another chapter accrude.
Time has placed its limitations on me for now
I am but waiting for it to stop
Till then, I hope time for you will only just be a test of patience
Patience to wait, for me to come back to you
Time is no longer in hours, minutes nor seconds
Its counted in the amount of chapters I read
Confined to my pages, sometimes, in my room, in my bed, or at Uni
I don't remember the last time I sat down to have coffee with a friend,
Nor do I remember the last time, I had a wholesome meal.
Having a good chat face to face, seems like a seldom ocurrence these days
Phone calls to some has become lacking and wane as well
I want to go back to those days, when time, was just time.
Counted, defined, but carries no meaning for me
"I've got all the time in the world"
I don't get to say that much no more.
I want to go back to those days, when conversations across a cuppa, phone calls, mid-afternoon binges and late night suppers, didn't mean another chapter accrude.
Time has placed its limitations on me for now
I am but waiting for it to stop
Till then, I hope time for you will only just be a test of patience
Patience to wait, for me to come back to you