6 acessos
Be in a rush all day long
Hanging on the telephone
I got stuck in the suction of the quicksand
The sand glass of life that drags me down,
wears me out, can't help myself
what's this all about ?
Hectic and stress, my appartment is a mess
Will I find the right direction to end this misery
I burn my watch, my appointment book
I start to waste my time...
Who is going to stop this ?
My time is running away.
Who is going to stop my time ?