Father Time Lyrics
| Song | Father Time |
| Artist | Texas in July |
| Album | I Am |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I remain hidden behind my hourglass. | |
| Oh God, x2 | |
| Does time move fast? | |
| Father time will you rescue me? | |
| My life is but a jukebox playing over the same sad song | |
| Written out by a rocky heart. | |
| By golly holy cow, | |
| I choked the earth! | |
| x2 | |
| We’re going down. | |
| The taste of bitter coffee fills my lungs sick, | |
| I have nothing to bare but this hole in my chest, | |
| And a page full of words that could fill the Atlantic. | |
| My sleeping eye can hardly see the words, | |
| Painted across these crippled stars. | |
| From the endless skies they are buried behind, x2 | |
| Buried behind. | |
| I am not immortal, but I can live my forever, | |
| And lay to rest when my song is sung, | |
| x2 | |
| And lay to rest when my song is sung. | |
| I am not immortal, | |
| When my song is sung. x3 |
| I remain hidden behind my hourglass. | |
| Oh God, x2 | |
| Does time move fast? | |
| Father time will you rescue me? | |
| My life is but a jukebox playing over the same sad song | |
| Written out by a rocky heart. | |
| By golly holy cow, | |
| I choked the earth! | |
| x2 | |
| We' re going down. | |
| The taste of bitter coffee fills my lungs sick, | |
| I have nothing to bare but this hole in my chest, | |
| And a page full of words that could fill the Atlantic. | |
| My sleeping eye can hardly see the words, | |
| Painted across these crippled stars. | |
| From the endless skies they are buried behind, x2 | |
| Buried behind. | |
| I am not immortal, but I can live my forever, | |
| And lay to rest when my song is sung, | |
| x2 | |
| And lay to rest when my song is sung. | |
| I am not immortal, | |
| When my song is sung. x3 |
| I remain hidden behind my hourglass. | |
| Oh God, x2 | |
| Does time move fast? | |
| Father time will you rescue me? | |
| My life is but a jukebox playing over the same sad song | |
| Written out by a rocky heart. | |
| By golly holy cow, | |
| I choked the earth! | |
| x2 | |
| We' re going down. | |
| The taste of bitter coffee fills my lungs sick, | |
| I have nothing to bare but this hole in my chest, | |
| And a page full of words that could fill the Atlantic. | |
| My sleeping eye can hardly see the words, | |
| Painted across these crippled stars. | |
| From the endless skies they are buried behind, x2 | |
| Buried behind. | |
| I am not immortal, but I can live my forever, | |
| And lay to rest when my song is sung, | |
| x2 | |
| And lay to rest when my song is sung. | |
| I am not immortal, | |
| When my song is sung. x3 |
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