ninanolltre

The world keeps turning we can't change its course
What I can't hold by love I won't hold by force
The world keeps turning beyond our control
What I can't hold by love I won't hold at all.

Here comes my baby running
Part of me is in his hands.
He doesn't hold to hard he knows then
It slips through fingers just like sand
He doesn't close his hand he knows then
it slips through fingers just like sand
When to give up and when to give more is
a thing that's hard to understand