Time, flowing under me, floating gently, in the rain
So still, horizon and heaven beyond the hill, reflecting in the Adam's ale, in the rippling waves
Sitting here so long composing this song, morning, my muse, and me, high on nature's wings
Cacooned in the stillness , the poetry , the love, capturing the true meaning, time doesn't mean a thing
Just a pause, a real epiphany, while the wind winds through the trees,... life
Just a song, a simple melody, a tiny time machine, that'll take you anywhere
Sitting here so long composing this song, morning, my muse, and me, high on nature's wings
Cacooned in the stillness , the poetry , the love, capturing the true meaning, time doesn't mean a thing
Brian Planck - Time Doesn't Mean a Thing Lyrics
Brian Planck - Time Doesn't Mean a Thing Lyrics
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Time, flowing under me, floating gently, in the rain
So still, horizon and heaven beyond the hill, reflecting in the Adam's ale, in the rippling waves
Sitting here so long composing this song, morning, my muse, and me, high on nature's wings
Cacooned in the stillness , the poetry , the love, capturing the true meaning, time doesn't mean a thing
Just a pause, a real epiphany, while the wind winds through the trees,... life
Just a song, a simple melody, a tiny time machine, that'll take you anywhere
Sitting here so long composing this song, morning, my muse, and me, high on nature's wings
Cacooned in the stillness , the poetry , the love, capturing the true meaning, time doesn't mean a thing
So still, horizon and heaven beyond the hill, reflecting in the Adam's ale, in the rippling waves
Sitting here so long composing this song, morning, my muse, and me, high on nature's wings
Cacooned in the stillness , the poetry , the love, capturing the true meaning, time doesn't mean a thing
Just a pause, a real epiphany, while the wind winds through the trees,... life
Just a song, a simple melody, a tiny time machine, that'll take you anywhere
Sitting here so long composing this song, morning, my muse, and me, high on nature's wings
Cacooned in the stillness , the poetry , the love, capturing the true meaning, time doesn't mean a thing
Writer: Brian Planck
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid