| Am | Fmaj | Esus | E | |
| And for m | yself I have | no r | egrets |
| Am | Fmaj | Esus | E7 | |
| That time has | taken what it | soon for | gets |
| F | G | C | C/B | Am | F | E7 | Am | E7 | Am | |
| A gambler's | paradise in | short | vign | ettes |
| These stolen moments from the hourglass |
| A burning candle while the night-time lasts |
| Upon my pillow where my dreams float past |
| And all my memories seem to come alive |
| I think of everyone who still survives |
| And those who haven't may yet still arrive |
| I want to take the time to let you know |
| I've had a hard time letting feelings show |
| And through it all I love you even so |
| A poet's pleasure is to hear in time |
| The painter pictures what he's left behind |
| I close my eyes and it all leaves my mind |
| I sit alone and hear the sparrow sing |
| No way of knowing what tommorow brings |
| I leave my solitude upon his wings |