Non Credo Lyrics
"Slips Through Fingers"

Measured be the graces
and allotment so minute
All that you are granted
is the right to the pursuit

Take all that you can carry,
fill your pockets to the brim
mind you do not tarry,
time is wearing thin

I can't keep up with the weeds
I can't keep back the ivy
I can't keep up with the weeds

Dust crawls languidly across the floor... Rust bleeds

I can not stem the flow
I know, I know
I can not stem the flow
I know, though....

Measured be the days, be the hours, be the measure,
be the beats by which you measure every moment that you treasure

Guaranteed is seldom more, is little more, is nothing more than this