歌词
And my watch runs slow these days
And my tired heart beats the same
This wild world turns at a twisted pace
And my watch runs slow these days
Well the newsman tells me to change
As if he knows the price I paid
For thirty years I spent finding my way
Well the newsman can't get me to change
If my Jesus walked these streets
He'd be weepin' on His knees
For a land grown fat but still in need
If my Jesus walked these streets
Yeah my watch runs slow these days
And my tired heart beats the same
This wild world turns at a twisted pace
And my watch runs slow these days
The sun sets fast in the west
Too tired to climb and rest
Above our world that's broken at best
Yeah the sun sets fast in the west
And my watch runs slow these days
And my tired heart beats the same
This wild world turns at a twisted pace
And my watch runs slow these days
Mmm
Ohh
And my watch runs slow these days
And my tired heart beats the same
This wild world turns at a twisted pace
And my watch runs slow these days
Yeah my watch runs slow these days
Mmm mmm
My watch runs slow these days
Written by: Joshua Lubben
