Twenty Four

Twenty four; the hours in the day go
By so slow, they creep while I crumble
Wanting more, as day turns to night I'm
Trying hard to look on the bright side

Trapped within these comfortable walls I’m
Stuck and pinned and wishing it all would
Melt away, burn up in the sunlight
Let's return to when things were alright

The darkness will subside, just waiting for the
Tide to turn, just waiting for the
Tide to turn

Twenty four; but I still see clearly
Tiny hands and holding you near me
Years have passed so fast inbetween I
Pray for time, but time isn't listening

Twenty four; I wish that I could spend
Time with you and givе you your present
Strange but truе how we take for granted
Simple things until they’re supplanted

The good times will return, just waiting for the
Tide to turn, just waiting for the
Tide to turn

Twenty four; well it's just a number
No big deal, you know that I love ya
The good times will return