Hourglass 歌词

The years drift by Hourglass in the hand of the reaper Misused time Spent in bar rooms and brothels and squandered Every day and night Working alleys and card games and pushers The years drift by Shaking hands with the reaper Days come, days go The faces blur the same Some stay, some go Days come, days go Man of God still drinks alone Sins stays, hope don't Nights come, nights go The dirt all moves the same Some live, some don't Nights come, nights go Sins stay, hope don't