מילים לשיר Praying For Time – George Michael

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last, look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much, but we'll take our chances
Cause god's stopped keeping score I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us alt out to play
Turned his back, and all god's children
Crept out the back door And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
Well, maybe we should all be praying for time These are the days of the empty hand
Oh, you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here So you scream from behind your door
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much, but I'll take my chances
Cause god's stopped keeping score And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
Cause he has no children to come back for It's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time.