Compositor: Gallows Bird
Time slips away like grains of sand
Each passing year another line on our hands
The mirror shows us signs
A shadow creeping in
In the golden light of a fading Sun
And when the years have painted silver in your hair
I'll love you more, I'll love you more
Than you will ever know
The mind slip away
With every line on my face
The mind slips away
The Sun wins the race