Žodžiai dainai: 28 Days. 28 Days. Sand.

the sand is sifting by
I only know that I will die
and pay my taxes the rest is touch and go
I wish I could just catch a glimpse
of what's in store
I've wanted since
I can't recall
I never know what to do
I've never had a clue

I feel the future
don't tell me you don't
feel it slip away