Obrigado, do fundo do coração

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
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

. . .

Pink Floyd, Time