Time
Pink Floyd Lyrics


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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell




Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Pink Floyd's "Time" describe the passage of time and how it slips away from us. The first two lines of the song set the tone for the rest of the lyrics. They speak to how time ticks away the moments and how we waste our hours in various forms of distraction. The next lines describe the feeling of being lost and waiting for someone or something to show us the way.


The next verse is a warning about the consequences of wasting time. The imagery of lying in the sunshine, watching the rain and missing the starting gun creates a sense of regret for opportunities missed. It is a warning to young people that life is short, and they should make the most of it.


The chorus speaks to the frustration of trying to catch up with time. The imagery of trying to race the sun and failing creates a sense of desperation. The lines “The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say” are a reminder that time is precious and should not be wasted.


The final verse speaks to the idea of coming home and finding comfort in what is familiar. The imagery of being cold and tired and warming your bones beside the fire creates a sense of belonging. The tolling of the iron bell represents the passage of time and the inevitability of death. The lyrics “To hear the softly spoken magic spells” are a reminder that life is fleeting and that we should find meaning in what is meaningful to us.


Line by Line Meaning

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Passing time, every minute adding up, yet nothing much is accomplished. A boring day, wasting the hours doing nothing meaningful.


Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Wasting precious time without care or thought.


Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Being idle, without direction, in familiar surroundings.


Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Hoping for guidance or inspiration from an external source.


Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
Bored of the monotony and routine of daily life, seeking something new and exciting.


You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
Feeling invincible and that there is plenty of time to do everything in life.


And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
Suddenly realizing that time has flown by and many years have passed unnoticed.


No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
There was no warning or guidance given, so you missed out on an opportunity or a head start in life.


And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Trying to accomplish too much too late and feeling like time is running out.


Racing around to come up behind you again
Feeling like you are chasing your tail and running in circles.


The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
Time is a constant, but we are aging, and our perception of time changes as we grow older.


Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
The inevitability of death and the realization that time is precious and limited.


Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Time feels like it is moving faster as we age, while we struggle to find enough time to do everything we desire.


Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Despite our efforts, most plans end up going nowhere, or are not fully realized.


Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
Enduring hardships without making a fuss is ingrained in English culture.


The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Time has run out, and life is over without having accomplished everything one had hoped to achieve.


Home, home again
Finding comfort and solace in returning home.


I like to be here when I can
Appreciating the simplicity and familiarity of home.


And when I come home cold and tired
After a long and exhausting day, it feels good to come back to a warm and familiar place.


It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Finding comfort and relief from the cold and harsh realities of life by the fireside.


Far away across the field
A distant and otherworldly place that is unfamiliar and mysterious.


The tolling of the iron bell
A solemn and ominous sound that signifies the passage of time.


Calls the faithful to their knees
The sound of the bell is a call to worshippers to bow down and pray.


To hear the softly spoken magic spells
The prayers and chants uttered in response to the bell's call are seen as mysterious and miraculous, containing a kind of magic that is beyond human comprehension.




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Written by: David Jon Gilmour, Nicholas Berkeley Mason, George Roger Waters, Richard William Wright

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@aliciamartin8426

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells



@FelixLyricsChannel

Lyrics:

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells



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If ur listening to this in 2024 u got great taste in music

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@michaelwakefield1838

I first read this as magic. But either way is still true

@dlee7811

Thanks
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@richardlangdon712

I credit this song for turning my life around. I wasn't doing well in school and one night while "Inebriated", I actually listened to the lyrics, and it scared the hell out of me. I buckled down and changed the course I was on. Made a good life for myself.

@recklesswhisper

Yes, the lyrics scared me a while back too.
^..^~~

@joegkearns1189

And the lyrics can be a wake-up call at any point of one's ife. It's never too late to get your shit together

@ZeldaIsMyLove

And I'm here because 10 years have passed me by...

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