Fleeting Moments

Clock is spinning, like a hurricane. Every second feels like a runaway train.

Dreams we had are fading in the rear view. Chasing moments that we never knew.

We're counting stars, but they keep falling. Voices in the dark

keep calling. Time is slipping through our fingers. Like smoke that never lingers.

We're racing shadows on the wall. Before the night can take it all.

Before the night Pages turning, but the ink fades dry. Promises echo in

the midnight sky. We're burning daylight just to feel alive. Holding on while

the hours die. Can we freeze this heartbeat? Can we make the