Hands of Time by Craig Bonner Lyrics
[Chorus]
It's time
Turn back the hands of time
Tonight
Underneath the silvery light
Time is right
Time is right
Turn back in time
Turn back time tonight
[Verse 1]
It's time to take
A magic carpet ride
It's time to go back
To the scene of the crime
And time, one more time
[Verse 2]
Back to the day when heaven
Released its mighty power
And all the earth became dark
From the 6 to the night hour
And the graves opened up
And the saints arose
[Chorus]
Turn back the clocks
And all the ticks and tocks
Of time
I feel like I'm trapped
In a nursery rhyme
Waiting for the bells to chime
And ring in the midnight hour
Ring in the midnight hour of time
Ring in the midnight hour of time
Ring in the midnight hour of time
[Verse 3]
The magic of the evening settles in
To entice as the guests arrive
So beware, the witching hour
When the moon is on the rise
And the hands of the clocks are moving backwards
Before our eyes
[Verse 4]
When the night appears
Things aren't always as they seem
Swirls of paint in the sky
Right from a Van Gogh dream
On this strange night
It's the eve of Halloween
It's time
Turn back the hands of time
Tonight
Underneath the silvery light
Time is right
Time is right
Turn back in time
Turn back time tonight
[Verse 1]
It's time to take
A magic carpet ride
It's time to go back
To the scene of the crime
And time, one more time
[Verse 2]
Back to the day when heaven
Released its mighty power
And all the earth became dark
From the 6 to the night hour
And the graves opened up
And the saints arose
[Chorus]
Turn back the clocks
And all the ticks and tocks
Of time
I feel like I'm trapped
In a nursery rhyme
Waiting for the bells to chime
And ring in the midnight hour
Ring in the midnight hour of time
Ring in the midnight hour of time
Ring in the midnight hour of time
[Verse 3]
The magic of the evening settles in
To entice as the guests arrive
So beware, the witching hour
When the moon is on the rise
And the hands of the clocks are moving backwards
Before our eyes
[Verse 4]
When the night appears
Things aren't always as they seem
Swirls of paint in the sky
Right from a Van Gogh dream
On this strange night
It's the eve of Halloween