
Time always slips away
Curls up its edge
And colors fade
Caustic varnish
Weathered doors
Saturday morning
Makes me feel so small
Curls up its edge
And colors fade
Caustic varnish
Weathered doors
Saturday morning
Makes me feel so small
I'm not waiting for a change
I'm not waiting for a change
Can't be a passing thing
There's a feeling that always stays
Warm memories clutched too tight
Family days and massive fights
I'm not waiting for a change
I'm not waiting for a change
I'm not waiting for a change
I'm not waiting for a change
Time slips away
Time slips away
Time slips away
Time slips away
Time slips away
Time slips away