Fleetwood Mac - Future Games

Sands of Time

The magic of a blackened night
Can go so far, but not seem right

Although my love, drive away the sunshine
The magic of a blackened night
And before you go, show me
All the words of love

And the falling sands of time
Blown by wind and drifted by
To and fro, the trees still bend
Wondering what the host will send
We will go right down to the sea
Bathing in light, we will be free to wander

And the falling sands of time
Blown by wind and drifted by
To and fro, the trees still bend
Wondering what the host will send
We will go right down to the sea
Bathing in light, we will be free to wander

And the falling sands of time
Blown by wind and drifted by
To and fro, the trees still bend
Wondering what the host will send
We will go right down to the sea

The magic of a blackened night
Can go so far, but not seem right
Although my love, drive away the sunshine
The magic of a blackened night

Credits
Writer(s): Danny Kirwan
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