She starts her day with Bailey's in a willow patterned cup
She runs her finger round the rim, she wipes the remnants up
She picks up her old album with pictures of before
Her husband smiles in black and white, she wished she'd had him more
She turns the pages gently she turns them with respect
Holds her loneliness at bay hopes grief won't interject
Her forty-year-old wedding ring hangs loose on paper skin
And the silver chain he bought for her is wearing very thin
She glances at the mantelpiece the heartless clock looks back
The day is stretched out painfully each hour upon the rack
She's so much conversation but it's always with herself
She's like her Lladro figurine abandoned on the shelf
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
She turns the television on the usual morning dross
Breathless folk on sofas spewing brainless candyfloss
Lying politicians and celebrities from then
She wonders if she'll die today and if not today, then when
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Forever Otherwise - If Not Today, Then When? Lyrics
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She starts her day with Bailey's in a willow patterned cup
She runs her finger round the rim, she wipes the remnants up
She picks up her old album with pictures of before
Her husband smiles in black and white, she wished she'd had him more
She turns the pages gently she turns them with respect
Holds her loneliness at bay hopes grief won't interject
Her forty-year-old wedding ring hangs loose on paper skin
And the silver chain he bought for her is wearing very thin
She glances at the mantelpiece the heartless clock looks back
The day is stretched out painfully each hour upon the rack
She's so much conversation but it's always with herself
She's like her Lladro figurine abandoned on the shelf
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
She turns the television on the usual morning dross
Breathless folk on sofas spewing brainless candyfloss
Lying politicians and celebrities from then
She wonders if she'll die today and if not today, then when
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
She runs her finger round the rim, she wipes the remnants up
She picks up her old album with pictures of before
Her husband smiles in black and white, she wished she'd had him more
She turns the pages gently she turns them with respect
Holds her loneliness at bay hopes grief won't interject
Her forty-year-old wedding ring hangs loose on paper skin
And the silver chain he bought for her is wearing very thin
She glances at the mantelpiece the heartless clock looks back
The day is stretched out painfully each hour upon the rack
She's so much conversation but it's always with herself
She's like her Lladro figurine abandoned on the shelf
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
She turns the television on the usual morning dross
Breathless folk on sofas spewing brainless candyfloss
Lying politicians and celebrities from then
She wonders if she'll die today and if not today, then when
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Every minute is an hour
Every hour is a day
Each day is an eternity
She's lived too long this way
Writer: Chris Birdsall
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid