Be in a rush all day long
Hanging on the telephone
I got stuck in the suction of the sand glass
The quicksand of life that drags me down,
Wears me out, can't help myself
What's this all about?
Hectic and stress, my appartment is a mess
Will I find the right direction to end this misery
I burn my watch, my appointment book
I start to waste my time...
Who is going to stop this?
My time is running away.
Who is going to stop my time?
