This is a new recording of this song about losing your creative flow, feeling time is passing uselessly instead of creatively. A phase I went through when I tried living in the countryside. Mastered version.
Chandra Moon - composition, vocals
Richard Bloom - guitar, production and arrangement, effects
Paddy Uglow - keyboards
Ravdeep Singh - sarangi
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Lazy days drift by
Like hazy clouds across the sky
Wasted days they all blur into one
And all across this land
Hours of time like flowing sand
Pour as water through the fingers of your hand
So many things we want to do
A hundred things we ought to do
A thousand things we meant to do one day
The books we never wrote
The song caught in your throat
The pictures that won’t see the light of day
Seconds tick away
Minutes they won’t stay
Days and weeks and months turn into years
Though the moment seems so long
How could we ever be so wrong
Don’t we know we live on borrowed time?
Lazy days drift by
Like hazy clouds across the sky
Wasted days they all blur into one
And all across this land
Hours of time like flowing sand
Pour as water through the fingers of your hand
Pour as water through the fingers of your hand
Pour as water through the fingers of your hand.
© March 2011 – Chandra Moon
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