Time Lyrics

Time Lyrics
Time Lyrics

Time” stands as a seven-minute track by English progressive rock band Pink Floyd, penned by Roger Waters. Featured on their 1973 album “The Dark Side of the Moon,” the song delves into the passage of time and the apprehension linked with aging. The composition cleverly incorporates ticking clocks, church bells, and heartbeats to evoke urgency. Its lyrics touch on regret, missed chances, and the inescapability of mortality. Among Pink Floyd’s most renowned tracks, “Time” has been covered by notable artists like The Alan Parsons Project, Elton John, and Porcupine Tree.

Commencing with a ticking clock, the song swiftly communicates its essence. Lyrics underscore time’s fleeting nature and how it’s often squandered on trivial matters. The track advises against dwelling in the past or future, urging a focus on the present. Ultimately, a concluding heartbeat signifies life’s culmination.

Time Lyrics

[Part I: Time]

[Instrumental Intro w/ Clocks 00:00-02:19]

[Verse 1: David Gilmour & Richard Wright]

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

[Instrumental Break 03:19-04:46]
[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 2: David Gilmour & Richard Wright]

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun
But it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way
But you’re older
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say

[Part II: Breathe (In the Air) [Reprise]]

[Verse 3: David Gilmour]

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

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