Lyrics: Anatole Muster/Benjamin Saint Fort
Music: Anatole Muster/Benjamin Saint Fort
Hey son, how are you? Uh, give me a ca— uh, give me a call please
Uh, I need, I, I would like to share something, okay? Give me a call
I was too young to know what a goodbye meant
Now I replay every word you've ever said
The pictures fade but your voice still lingers
Trying to hold on but it slips through my fingers
Time slipped away from me, yeah
Time slipped away from me, yeah
Time slipped away from me, yeah
It's slipping, a— it's slipping away from me
Time slipped away from me, yeah
It's slipping, a— it's slipping away from me
Thought we had more time, just one more day
But life don't wait, it just walks away.
The pictures fade, but your voice still lingers
Trying to hold on but it slips through my fingers
Time is slipping away from me, yeah
It's slipping, a— it's slipping away from me
Time is slipping away from me, yeah
It's slipping, a— it's slipping away from me
Time is slipping away from me, yeah
It's slipping, a— it's slipping away from me
Time is slipping away from me, yeah
It's slipping, a— it's slipping away from me
Time
It's slipping, a— it's slipping away from me
Time
It's slipping, a— it's slipping away from me
Time
It's slipping, a— it's slipping away from me
Time
It's slipping, a— it's slipping away from me
Hey son, what's up?
Your phone trying to call me and then realize that you called me by mistake
And then you, you, you quickly run and hang up
Well, I really happy phone call, your phone is more intelligent than you
Your phone knows that email which stands for your old, your old name and your old name, so there
Okay son, maybe I was trying to call you back
But, uh, if you're busy right now, that's all right, you can always call me later