The taste of salt water, old bread in your hand

Hardships you went through as you sailed to a far off

land

Living by the compass, the cold wind was your guide

That evening horizon, well, it was a precious sight



Chorus:

So you went for the diamond and its cristal shine

But never could you turn back the hands of time



... The hands of time



An old wooden legged pirate cheated on the game

Spoken words mean nothing, old villains don't know

shame

The beauty of a chorus didn't lead to sleep

A fat wallet might shrink but stories ain't that hard

to keep



Chorus



... The hands of time



Longing for the shore as you drift away

Getting hit by a storm as the sky turns grey

An opponent lies beaten, blood on the wooden deck

Tanking up on whiskey, breathing smoke of cigarettes



The taste of salt water, old bread in your hand

Hardships you went through as you sailed to a far off

land

Living by the compass, the cold wind was your guide

That evening horizon, well, it was a precious sight



Chorus



... The hands of time (2x)