A pretty little memory fades away|Nobody ever takes notice|Grandfather clocks and the wrist watch will|Never be on your side||I'm sure I've killed more than my share of it|And still the moments tick away||If I could go back in time|What would I change of mine?||Is there any such thing as a waste of time|Time's the one wasting us|And all the moments that you feel the need to keep|Will surely be swept away||They say that it will heal up all your wounds|And isn't it a wound itself?||If I could go back in time|What would I change of mine?|I wasted way too much of it|Just wishing I could go back in it|It takes time to figure out|Why I'm always running out||Left on your own|You count the moments|Time, it flies|It comes and goes, takes forever|Through the years, we disappear||If I could go back in time|What would I change of mine?|I wasted way too much of it|Just wishing I could go back in it|It takes time to figure out|It takes time to figure out|It takes time to figure out|Why I'm always running out|