Getting lost in the streets
They are getting lost in time
Just because it doesn't stop
In the hands of the universe
People run and trip and die
We won't survive the hourglass
But who knows how to measure time
There's always a background noise
Thinking 'bout the time and space
In the hands of the universe
People run and trip and die
We won't survive the hourglass
In the hands of the space and time
A century doesn't worth a dime
We're small worms scattered 'round the time