Threes - Zanski

I can hear it lately

Only when I’m turning my back

All my years escape me

Come in threes, and leave in a flash

You grasp at a fistful of sand

Like your love coming to an end

And you never caught it in your hand

I don’t want trouble

I’m all in my head

I’ve got a virus, it bores me to death

I am on top, if the top is a set

Hundreds of people to help me play dead

I know it’s always something else

Circling the drain

It’s obvious, i thought I’d just

Wash myself away

The day is never over like I want

The day is never startd 'til I’m gone

Ain’t it amazing sitting contemplating

Just to try to run?

I’ve had som delusions

But i’ve only loved one

I can hear it lately

Only when I’m turning my back

All my years escape me

Come in threes, and leave in a flash

You grasp at a fistful of sand

Like your love coming to an end

And you never caught it in your hand

I don’t know the time

I’m just not that type

I hope that you’re fine

Cause I’ve missed all the signs

I can hear it lately

Only when I’m turning my back

All my years escape me

Come in threes, and leave in a flash

You grasp at a fistful of sand

Like your love coming to an end

And you never caught it in your hand