A Bm I'm running out of time A Bm I'm out of step and closing down A Bm And never sleep for wanting hours A Bm A The empty hours of greed and uselessly Bm A Always the need to feel again Bm A Bm The real belief of something more than mockery A Bm A If only I could fill my heart with love | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Bm |