chorus
   this life, well its slippin right through me hands
   these days, turned out nothign like i had planned
  
   its coming around again
   a slowly creaping hand
   the time and its command
   it settles in its place
   shadow in my face
   its a pressure in my day
   soon enough it comes
   here it is again
   slowly creaping hand
   time and its command
   soon enough it comes
   settle sin its place
   shadow in my face
   undignified it may
  
   chorus
  
   bridge
   control well its slipping right through my hands
   these days turned out nothing like i had planned
  
   soon enough it comes
   soon enough it comes to tie us down
  
   its coming round again......
   slow, slowly creeping hand
  
   chorus
   bridge