Sense Field



Far From My Hands

Living after, a dying day

I can feel it, it's heading this way

Time, slow down, don't run out on me

Lord, speed up, who's side are you on anyway

Can't you see there's a question mark

It's at the end of everyday

It leaves me praying for a prayer

Praying for it to never go away

Far from my, far from my hands

Far from my, it's right here in my mind

Far from my, far from my hands

Far from my, it's right here in my mind