[Part I: Time]

*ticking clocks*

*clocks ringing*

[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1: David Gilmour]

Ticking away

The moments that make up a dull day

You 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

[Chorus: Richard Wright]

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

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 2: David Gilmour]

And you run, and you run

To catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

And 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

[Chorus: Richard Wright]

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

[Part II: Breathe (In the Air) [Reprise]]

[Outro: David Gilmour]

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

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