Century Ends – Ebo – letras

A sand full of fist and dirtLike something old I once knewCollapsing in the corner babyIt seemed the thing to doNow I’m running out of timeAlive I am, I think soTell me what to doChorus:Not made of stone hoping I’ll lastAsleep in my bed while time trickles pastIf I’m not there before the years end has comeThe Century ends, they said I had funWas I out of line? Did you get enough done?Time closes is in and another year has goneA mask made then paint of plasterNo eyes I see within viewA problem maybe baby bastardSometimes I’m so confusedAm I running out of time?Alive I am I think soTell me what to doChorusAnd what I’m trying to sayIs that I left it hanging by the waysideThere’s so much more I should doSitting here trying to relatewith something I’ll never knowWell I’ll just put it to restand let the Century endChorus