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(Clock and alarms polyphony; [bad word] & bass based intro)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull da-a-ay,
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand wa-i-ay -
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home to-own,
Waiting for someone or something to show you the wa-ay.

(Ooh-) Tired of lying in the sunshine,
(Ah-) Staying home to watch the rain.
(Ooh-) And you are young and life is long
(Ah-) And there is time to kill today.
(Ooh-) {And then one day you find -
(Ooh-) Ten years have got behind you,
(Ooh-) No one told you when [bad word]  
(Ah-ah-ah) You missed the starting gun.}

(Guitar solo)
(Ooh-u-ah-ah, ooh-ah-, ooh-ooh-ah, ah-oh-ah-)

And [bad word] and [bad word] to catch up with the sun
But it's sinki-i-ing
And racing around [bad word] up behind you agai-an,
The sun is the same in the relative way but you're olde-e-er
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death!

(Ooh-) Every year is getting shorter,
(Ah-) Never seem to find the time (ah-, ha-ah-ah-, hu-uh-uh),
(Ooh-) Plans that [bad word] to naught
(Ah-) Or half a page of scribbled lines (whou-oh-ou-oh-oh),
(Ooh-ooh-) {Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way,
(Ooh-(u-u-u-uh-)) The time is gone, the song is over -
(Ooh-ooh-, ah-) Thought I'd something more to sa-ay...}

('Breathe' song reprise:)

Ho-ome, home aga-ain! 
I like to be here when I ca-a-a-an.
When [bad word] 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 spell...}