Wrinkled Hands Of Time Lyrics by Marion Delgado
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half opened eyes and cracked lips
recall images of yesterdays tomorrow
wrinkled hands of time soared higher than the swingsets that once were real
and the innocence was lost
through maturity and aging
she could never relive and forget always
her wrinkled hands held mine as she painted daydreams to amuse me
her wrinkled hands held time as she said, "come closer"
and though time wained away, it told me she loved me
as she tried to revive a history remembered
so that it could be passed down from wrinkled hand to innocent
and then lost again, lost again, lost again

half opened eyes and cracked lips
recall images of yesterdays tomorrow
when wrinkled hands of time swung higher than
swingsets that once were real

and the innocence was lost
through maturity and aging
she could never relive and forget always
her wrinkled hands held mine as she painted daydreams to amuse me
her wrinkled hands held mine as she said, "come closer"

and though time wained away, it told me she loved me
as she tried to revive a history
that can only be remembered

from wrinkled hand to innocence
be passed down
from wrinkled hand to innocence
wrinkled hand to innocence

and then lost again
lost again

her wrinkled hands held mine
she painted daydreams to amuse me
her wrinkled hands held time
she said, "come closer"
half opened eyes and cracked lips   recall images of yesterdays tomorrow   wrinkled hands of time soared higher than the swingsets that once were real   and the innocence was lost   through maturity and aging   she could never relive and forget always   her wrinkled hands held mine as she painted daydreams to amuse me   her wrinkled hands held time as she said, "come closer"   and though time wained away, it told me she loved me   as she tried to revive a history remembered   so that it could be passed down from wrinkled hand to innocent   and then lost again, lost again, lost again      half opened eyes and cracked lips   recall images of yesterdays tomorrow   when wrinkled hands of time swung higher than   swingsets that once were real      and the innocence was lost   through maturity and aging   she could never relive and forget always   her wrinkled hands held mine as she painted daydreams to amuse me   her wrinkled hands held mine as she said, "come closer"      and though time wained away, it told me she loved me   as she tried to revive a history   that can only be remembered      from wrinkled hand to innocence   be passed down   from wrinkled hand to innocence   wrinkled hand to innocence      and then lost again   lost again      her wrinkled hands held mine   she painted daydreams to amuse me   her wrinkled hands held time   she said, "come closer"