The Hands Of Time

I want to live a million years
But time’s not on my side
With coins of gold and potions bold
I’ll stop the hands of time
Free me from this icy grave
From dust to dust, my soul to save
The clock it tortures me

The leaves in the trees
Are playing softly in the breeze
A calling dove is a reminder from above
I feel the night will soon begin to fall
The knowing voice of winter’s icy call

One day they’ll awaken me
From my eternal sleep
Life brought back from the dead
So take what is my to the ends of all time
Wait for a chance to be free

The yellow sun has risen quickly from the sea
My mind drifts back, a subtle promise made to me
I’m losing ground to the rising tide
I can’t let go of this feeling inside

Soon you will follow me into eternity
Wake in my arms once again
So take what is mine to the ends of all time
Wait for a chance to be free