B. R. Leeson - 6:37 Lyrics

Cry out on a cold April evening
Fingers tremble as she runs to the fold
A gentle whisper, no it ain't so soothing
When his hands are too still to hold
Sterile walls and the chill exceeding
Cold metal instruments piercing his gut
Tenderly brushing the hair from his forehead
Hoping the warmth in her hands are enough
Time is a demon
Time is a savior
And it's a damn shame
It's a damn shame
Gave up my vices and chased all my saviors away
Chased all my saviors away
Chased all my saviors away
Slower breathing, slower beating
Prayin' to Jesus for some kind of hope
Fifty years ain't but faces and voices
But a lovers touch can make the days go slow
Time is a demon
Time is a savior
And it's a damn shame
It's a damn shame
Gave up my vices and chased all my saviors away
Chased all my saviors away
Chased all my saviors away
Days get warmer, she sits by the window
Silence hangs heavy in an empty home
All of the years that they laughed and wandered
Never wanted to spend the last ones alone