i wrote this after someone very close to me passed away. the reality that every moment is all we have, and that we are certainly ‘running out of time’ hit me squarely.

the pella stem is sans delay.

verse: dm C Bb C (repeat)
chorus: gm F/am Bb C# dm (repeat)
solo: dm C dm C

Hourglass

This hourglass
Is all I have left
Each day a grain
Inside my head

My ocean front
Washing to sea
Every day a wave eroding me

There’s no escaping
This time

To be or not to be
He said
Now that man I loved is dead
But I am marching not far behind
Recording all these pictures in my mind

There’s no escaping
This time
This time
This time
This time

What to do
With my remaining sand
Choice or fate
Is right or wrong in my hands

There’s no escaping
There’s no escaping
There’s no escaping

This time
This time
This time
This time