Текст песни
turn the wheel
Master of the hands that push you, i will make you mine, and as i m turning around
master of the hands that guide you
That s who i am, i allot and i divide, someone s watching over me
begging for a dance while your sands are running out
And as i m turning around, right from wrong
You re the shouldering pace, rigid and firm s what i hold in my hands
I m the shouldering pace, master of the hands that push you
Is it it or is it me that won t lose hold, you allot and you divide Master, tic toc tic toc
Someone s watching over me, that s who i am, while your sands are running out
I feel you behind my back, while your sands are running out
something s reaching out for me
Tick away time, master of the hands that push you
I m the shouldering pace, i allot and i divide
i allot and i divide
I allot and i divide, i lead the horse to the water and i make it drink, dwell in a run
You re the shouldering pace, that you don t need anyway
Master of the hands that guide you, i ll save it up in the pace the, master of the hands that guide you
I ll save it up in the pace, i allot and i divide
Run if you can while the war drum s ticking on, oh i know that you re there Master, i am the trellis for those in need to twine around
Master of the hands that push you, i will make you mine
Take on to the pendulum and sway, turn the wheel, i allot and i divide
rigid and firm s what i hold in my hands
Time s gonna winnow all, begging for a dance while your sands are running out
oh what a beautiful day
i allot and i divide
Take on to the pendulum and sway, there s just this frightening sound, tick away time
Master of the hands that guide you, master of the hands that guide you
And as i m turning around, rigid and firm s what i hold in my hands, time s gonna winnow all
I will make you mine, master of the hands that push you Master, master of the hands that push you
Master of the hands that guide you, master of the hands that guide you
Tick away time, i am the trellis for those in need to twine around
The master of these hands, like a mistletoe i m clinging to the cold
The rock of ages for those who re meant to wander around, you re the shouldering pace, who s the one who s stretching out his hand