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Pink Floyd - Time (PULSE Restored & Re-Edited)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd
Performer
David Gilmour
David Gilmour
Performer
Nick Mason
Nick Mason
Performer
Richard Wright
Richard Wright
Performer
Jon Carin
Jon Carin
Performer
Tim Renwick
Tim Renwick
Performer
Guy Pratt
Guy Pratt
Performer
Margret Taylor
Margret Taylor
Performer
Rachel Fury
Rachel Fury
Performer
Durga McBroom
Durga McBroom
Performer
Gary Wallis
Gary Wallis
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roger Waters
Roger Waters
Songwriter
David Gilmour
David Gilmour
Composer
Richard Wright
Richard Wright
Composer
Nick Mason
Nick Mason
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Gilmour
David Gilmour
Producer
Bob Ezrin
Bob Ezrin
Producer
Buford Jones
Buford Jones
Mixing Engineer
Larry Wallace
Larry Wallace
Assistant Engineer
Tristan Powell
Tristan Powell
Assistant Engineer
David Gleeson
David Gleeson
Assistant Engineer
Phil Taylor
Phil Taylor
Engineer
Keith Smith
Keith Smith
Assistant Engineer
Dave Hewitt
Dave Hewitt
Recording Engineer
Robert Hrycyna
Robert Hrycyna
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine Staying home to watch the rain And you are young and life is long And there is time to kill today And then one day you find Ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run You missed the starting gun And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun But it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way But you're older Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter Never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught Or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation Is the English way The time is gone, the song is over Thought I'd something more to say Home, home again I like to be here when I can When I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away, across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells
Writer(s): Ingo Rheinbay, Donald Dennis, Melbourne George Miller, Mitchum Khan Ivanhoe Chin, Paul Ellingston Crosdale, Raymond Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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