Lyrics These Days - Thelma Plum

These Days

It’s coming 'round again
The slowly creeping hand
Of time and its command
Soon enough it comes
And settles in its place
Its shadow in my face
Puts pressure in my day
This life, well, it’s slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
It’s coming 'round again
The slowly creeping hand
Of time and its command
It settles in its place
Its shadow in my face
Puts pressure in my day
Soon enough it comes
Here it is again
The slowly creeping hand
Of time and its command
Soon enough it comes
Settles in its place
Its shadow in my face
Undignified and lame
This life, well, it’s slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Control, well, it’s slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Ooh
It’s coming 'round again
Slow, slowly creeping hand
This life, well, it’s slipping right through my hand
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Control, well, it’s slipping right through my hand
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
These days turned out nothing like I had planned