Teksty: The Ambassadors. Out Of Time.

I think we're running out of time with every hour we're getting old
I couldn't count the days we've wasted, couldn't count the years we've spent
I think we're running out of time with every hour we're getting old
Is there somebody missing, something is missing
Missing with something

Well I don't know if this is true but I think we're out of time
Well I don't know if this is the right time

Oh?just like a message in a bottle
Oh?and the waiting never ends
Oh?does anybody know