Wrinkled Hands Of Time Songtext

so that it could be passed down from wrinkled hand to innocent
and then lost again, lost again, lost again

half opened eyes and cracked lips
recall images of yesterdays tomorrow
when wrinkled hands of time swung higher than
swingsets that once were real

and the innocence was lost
through maturity and aging
she could never relive and forget always
her wrinkled hands held mine as she painted daydreams to amuse me
her wrinkled hands held mine as she said, "come closer"

and though time wained away, it told me she loved me
as she tried to revive a history
that can only be remembered

from wrinkled hand to innocence
be passed down from wrinkled hand to innocence
wrinkled hand to innocence

and then lost again
lost again

her wrinkled hands held mine
she painted daydreams to amuse me
her wrinkled hands held time
she said, "come closer"