Share The hands of time are spinning round The hands of time cannot be bound As it heals the deepest wound Time was meant to be consumed My time has come Why don't you tell me, Why don't you tell me What's on your mind and then we'll find All the answers maybe more All the things were looking for Believe me, deceiving me is a waste of time Time, time, time was meant to be shared Now that you've, now that you've told me I told you so, and now you know That I love you more this way As I find the words to say Like it's OK and it's just fine Just give it time The hands of time are spinning round