Sense Field Far From My Hands
I can feel it, it's out there I'm left praying for a prayer Living after, a dying day I can feel it, it's heading this way Time, slow down, don't run out on me Lord, speed up, who's side are you on anyway Can't you see there's a question mark It's at the end of everyday It leaves me praying for a prayer Praying for it to never go away Far from my, far from my hands Far from my, it's right here in my mind Far from my, far from my hands Far from my, it's right here in my mind